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3 Rapper's Found Dead.
Friday, March 18, 2016
LIL' WAYNE LYRICS "Start A Fire" (feat. Christina Milian)
[Christina Milian (Lil Wayne):]
(Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it)
(They just don't get it)
(Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly)
(And then she tell me)
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire
(Yeah, Mickey & Valerie)
(Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde)
(Thelma & Lil Weezy)
[Lil Wayne:]
I'm like goodness gracious great wall of China
All we do is fuck all day, all mañana
It's a cold world, I stay warm inside her
Make her perspire sweat blood and crying
Goodness gracious, great God almighty
She fuck me like a king, Stephen, Martin, Rodney
We break all of monotony, baby we high commodity
They just don't get it
[Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:]
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire
Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it
They just don't get it
Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly
And then she tell me
Lets start a fire
[Lil Wayne:]
Like goodness gracious, great balls of fire
She ridin' me like a street car named desire
Stop, drop, roll and shake what her mama gave her
Clap that ass like the choir
Oh, I run into my old thing
I say bitch you broke my heart, but thats just growin' pains
Trust me, she ain't nothin' but an old flame
I threw water on that old flame, no more flames
I'm so glad I'm out the dope game
Cause now I got more time to burn in that pussy like some propane
Now that pussy is my domain
I know they just don't get it
[Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:]
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire
They just don't get it
See we already, we already did it
And now we on fire, we on fire
Its me and you
Just don't get it, we already, we already did it
And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah
Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl, and they just don't get it
They just don't get it
Baby I'll be your gasoline
Fuck it, cause Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl
And they just don't get it
Fuck em', cause Mama I'm in love with a hot girl
And they just don't get it
Young Mula baby
LIL' WAYNE LYRICS "Off Day" (feat. Flow)
[Lil Wayne:]
She don't call me Tunechi no more she call me bae
Oh I, don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face
Cause I'm in the club goin' up, on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad bitch too she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad bitch at home makin' me plates
She lock the door, set the alarm, and text me she safe
I got a big booty bitch with a petite waist
I get my back scratched up she get her knees scraped
Then she ride that dick, oh freeway
And now them titties sittin' nice yeah I wanna bite that
I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah
That's word to my right hand, that's my mic hand
Shorty with the nice ass needs some flight plans
I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back
Hold up, now we suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'
I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin'
She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her
Like wobble, we tonguin', we fuckin'
We tonguin', we fuckin', I'm cumin'
[Flow:]
I got a bitch named Vanessa, she like how I finesse her
I comfortable about her I put my pistol on her dresser
Had a threesome with her sister
They thought I was in to ask them
Bust a nut then hit the bathroom
Grab a towel and clean my mess up
I be swaggin' on these hoes, I ain't laughin' with these hoes
I would crack your fuckin' skull before I crack a fuckin' joke
Got some OG straight from Cali
And some backwoods from the store
Got a message from the Tune
And he sent pictures of your home
And we got groupies in the hallway
Set that dick all on her body
Bet theres roaches in my ash tray
Bitches buggin' get the off spray
Girl I fuck with you the long way
Give me blow jobs on your off day
Give me blow jobs on your off day
Give me blow jobs on your off day
[Lil Wayne:]
Oh I, don't give a fuck about all of these hoes in my face
My bitch in the club going up, on a weekday
I see the bitch you came with, I made a stink face
She said her last little boo was such a cheapskate
I put my arm around her shoulder, told her she straight
She ate the dick like a mini mouse eat a cheese cake
She don't call me Tunechi no more she call me bae
I said, oh you got the touch, still I take precaution
I told her I ain't know none of the stuff she been involved with
I fuck her till shes exhausted, pussy tastin' like frosting
Then she get on her knees like b-b-beggin' my pardon
That's word to my right hand, that's my dice hand
Pop that pussy like a price tag till' I white flag
[Flow:]
I like smokin' with my bitches so I pass the blunt to Brittney
Bitches think that I'm a hot boy, I got dope dick bitch I'm B.G
Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD
Got a bitch up in the bed make it squirt then touch the TV
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, I just ditched your bitch
She ain't wanna suck my dick, she say she gave it off a lip
Thats why I fuck with her the long way
Ate that pussy on the first date, give me BJ's on your off day
Give me blow jobs on your off day
[Lil Wayne:]
And now we suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'
I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin'
Oh yeah, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love it, I fuck her
We tonguin' and fuckin' and
Oh I, don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face
Cause I'm in this bitch goin' up, on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad bitch too she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad bitch at home that never debate
Sendin' pictures to my phone when she masturbate
I got a big booty bitch that keep in peak shape
I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped
And then she surf that dick like a heatwave
And now them titties sittin' right yeah, I wanna bite yeah
I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah
That's word to my right hand, that's my knife hand
And shorty with them tight pants need some flight plans
I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back, your ass
And now we suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin'
LIL' WAYNE LYRICS "Grindin'" (feat. Drake)
[Intro:]
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
I'm grindin', I'm grindin', I'm grindin' I promise
I fuck her until I get tired, retire and then come out retirement
My girl like it rough she said "find me a diamond"
Her body be grindin',
Lord we be on every kind of narcotic
That make us believe, when we lyin', we honest, I love you
Pick, Michael Jackson to Jordan to Tyson to Myers
Too much dirty money when the colors
Are washing the whites in the dryer my nigga
It ain't rocket science just rockets
I sleep in pussy not pajamas, grindin'
I got this shit down to a science, I turn in my project, A minus
Whew, I ain't crazy, I'm krazy and all of my niggas chaotic
Dressed in all black like they gothic
Music too loud to hear sirens, we pop, pop, pop up where you stay
Knock, knock, knock, anyone home?
Pop, pop, pop, pop then we outtie
I need a bitch like Naomi to take off her clothes like Leilani for niggas that's grindin'
[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
Nigga I'm grindin' for all my shit
Grindin' for all my shit
Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit
I put time into all this shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit
Perfect timing with all my shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
The feds be spying on all of us nigga
These hoes be lying to all of us nigga
I got news for the monogamous niggas
Yo' bitch fucking anonymous niggas
I done seen it all my nigga
Cause these hoes seeing all of my niggas
Cause what's the hottest shit on these corners?
That's me and all my niggas
Grind for all this shit, I ain't ever fall for that bitch
Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird
Is like a medicine ball to that bitch
We'll bring Gucci bag in this bitch
And you know what's stashed in that bitch
These niggas walk around with they chests out
Like Janet Jackson and shit
I'm sweatin' grindin' this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch
Fuck double O seven, I work twenty-four seven
Ain't got time to bond with no bitch
Heard Jay-Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit?
The weed sticky, grind that shit
Where I got it from? Nevermind that shit
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Drake:]
I got a new vision for all my shit
I don't know what to call that shit
I know, I'm selling all of my cars
I'm selling all of my watches
I'm selling diamonds and all of that shit
Realized I don't need that shit
I'm a different breed with this shit
I'm tryna turn M's to B's in this shit
And I ain't ever pay to be with no bitch
I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed
Fifty mill in one room, you, you could ask anyone out here
Who running the game? And they'll tell you the truth
Man, they'll tell you
Oh look, they fuck with me now
I think they're hearin' me now
Someone said "Nigga they takin' you seriously now"
I'm like "I think they just might be scared of me now"
But it's all good, niggas wrong every day, niggas wrong every day
Go, goin' to LA where I'm tryna get high and do a song every day
Safe, we ain't ever have to play it safe
I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe
Then peek inside the safe and see I'm runnin' out of space
Mothafucka that's grindin'
[Hook]
[Bridge - Lil Wayne:]
(Grindin', grindin') Perfect timing
(Grindin', grindin')
(Grindin', grindin')
I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe
Than peek inside the safe and say I'm running out of space
Believe that
[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:]
Scoob, find another oo-wop
Tell them niggas cool out
Cause it can be a mohafucking shoot-out
Kidnap a nigga, beat the truth out
Moms pick the suit out
Top floor, window he get threw out
Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out
Flying out the crew out, they flew out
Invite 'em to my new house, my new house
I'm fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin'
I'm fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin'
I'm fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for
LIL' WAYNE LYRICS "Gotti" (feat. The LOX)
C5, D-Block, LOX
[The LOX:]
Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this
Nah two thirds of the world's most loyalest
I'mma shoot em
I'mma pay the bail I'm sure of this
I'mma kill em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this
We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist in
Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them
38's 45's, all type of Taurus'
About to hit the bong pour the holy water in
Celebrating for participating and the slaughtering
Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in
Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in
Columbia with the connect putting the order in
Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience
Make sure you ain't down to strap, get rid of all the prints
Do your homework on whoever you go to war against
I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends
And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy
And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby
And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting
And yeah we all went through our phases
We all went through our savings
Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving
And sometimes we had to be vegetables
That mean we had to stay patient cause they say you are what you eat
I took the star out of starvation, bitch
I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade
Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade
Dropped out a nigga was getting paid
This when Birdman had a fade
This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made
This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks
You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get and get a new cup
But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem'd up
And all them niggas that's biting got they fins cut
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up
And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck
We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch
This when niggas called Diddy Puff
Letting Biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body
I can show you a dead body
Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters
Wrap the birds in red tape call them bitches Red Robins
Pops had Kilos I needed one key I would've made cops
Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners
I smoke by the pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers
Got my self a brand new triple-beam, just the weigh options
I stumbled upon a gold mine I thank God that it ain't copper
Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy look how they've blossomed
Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire
I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes
And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances
Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy
And get through customs cause last time we just took em
I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin'
And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga laying behind them bushes
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
C5
LIL' WAYNE LYRICS "D'usse"
This motherfuckin’ D’usse got me sweatin’ and shit… word to God;
Hov fuck with ya boy
C5
Okay nigga I got em'
Point em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil buzz
Then we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors
You niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her
Can't pick a side off the lineup
I swear lord knows Imma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth
And get earthworms on me nigga
I been did my tim
LIL' WAYNE "Believe Me" (feat. Drake)
[Hook - Drake:]
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Yeah, got some game from my day
So she might say she love me
She don't love me like she say she love me
Believe me, believe me
I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat
I'm the one they come to see because they all
Believe me
[Verse 1 - Drake:]
Yea, rip, rip, rip
It's been me and Young Tune off the rip
That's the man that put me in this shit
If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick
Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique
I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip
God damn, do y'all really know who you fuckin' with?
Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin'
Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer
On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss
Yeah, Stunna and Mack know
When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back
And I was snappin' off on every single track though
Collect call from the boss like where we at though
I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga"
He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga
And I've been rockin' with the team, Tha Carter IX
And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga
Yeah
[Hook - Drake]
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Lord knows I'll murder one of these niggas, yeah
Uh, His and hers Ferraris, nigga
One for me, one for my daughter, nigga
Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga
I told her 2-23, two Michael Jordans, nigga
Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga
Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga
Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I ignore the nigga
All I gotta say is sayonara, nigga
Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga
Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga
We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later
Diamonds in my Rollie face, cannot be exfoliated
They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated
Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin'
Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with
Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' somethin'
[Hook - Drake]
[Verse 3 - Drake:]
Had to get it poppin' off the rip
Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick
Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick
If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
I had to get it poppin' off the rip
I'm the one they tell ya been reppin' in the 6
Come into the city and ya niggas get to trippin'?
We'll take ya to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff
Well damn... just be happy for the man
Nirvana, Coldplay nigga got bands
Ink from the money got it all over my hands
Goin' out to Houston spendin' all of my advance
V Live just took me for a cheque
"Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt"
Yes right now you are lookin' at the best
Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that!
[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:]
Mothafuck the rest
When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps
I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect
It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat
One finger... slidin' 'cross my neck
Niggas know what that mean like they deaf
Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day
On the job and the bitch overslept
Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king
Need a horn and a drumroll
They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga
I don't step on one rose
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach
She look like she got a bun in the oven from me
Preheat... believe me
All you gotta do is pay me every week
I had these bitches havin' babies every week
I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets
Gone
(Believe me) [x3]
[Drake:] Rip, rip, nigga