作曲 : Raymond Van Het Groenewoud
Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross
Album:Tha Carter IV(Deluxe Edition)
The LRC Maker:冬東咚东
@冬東咚东
{Verse 1: Lil Wayne}Fo' fo' bulldog, my **********ing pet
I point it at you and tell that ************ fetch
I'm ****ing her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get *****, mouth and ass, call that ***** triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!
You **** with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a ***** I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my ****ing address, huh
{Rick Ross}I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
{Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
{Verse 2: Rick Ross}Big black n-gga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, ***** I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high,
swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow *****, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a ***** n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a n-gga ****
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
{Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
{Verse 3: Lil Wayne}Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, ***** I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your ****ing with a n-gga who don't give a ****
Empty the clip than roll a window up
***** n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun
I'm in a red *****, she said she finna cum
200 thousand on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
***** ass n-gga, ***** ass n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules, kill'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday
{Verse 4: Rick Ross}I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that ***** gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my *****
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a *****, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you ****ing up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, ********** huddle up
{Lil Wayne}I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Raymond Van Het Groenewoud
[00:07.00]Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross
[00:10.00]Album:Tha Carter IV(Deluxe Edition)
[00:15.00]The LRC Maker:冬東咚东
[00:18.00]@冬東咚东
[00:21.00]
[00:37.35]{Verse 1: Lil Wayne}Fo' fo' bulldog, my **********ing pet
[00:39.61]I point it at you and tell that ************ fetch
[00:43.65]I'm ****ing her good, she got her legs on my neck
[00:46.59]I get *****, mouth and ass, call that ***** triple threat
[00:49.60]When I was in jail she let me call her collect
[00:52.84]But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
[00:55.78]Top down, it's upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!
[01:02.05]You **** with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
[01:05.35]The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
[01:08.12]The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
[01:11.19]I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
[01:14.09]Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
[01:17.53]This game is a ***** I got my hand up her dress
[01:20.77]The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
[01:23.59]An AK47 is my ****ing address, huh
[01:26.71]{Rick Ross}I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
[01:32.95]I got a chopper in the car
[01:36.01]I got a chopper in the car
[01:39.86]{Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
[01:42.40]Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
[01:45.47]If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
[01:48.77]Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[01:52.07]{Verse 2: Rick Ross}Big black n-gga, and an icey watch
[01:55.47]Shoes on the coupe, ***** I got a Nike shop
[01:58.45]Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
[02:01.71]Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high,
[02:04.92]swish!
[02:06.09]I'm swimming in the yellow *****, boss
[02:07.74]In the red 911 looking devilish
[02:10.68]Red beam make a ***** n-gga sit down
[02:13.63]Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
[02:16.82]Drop Palmolive in a n-gga ****
[02:19.77]Make it come back even harder than before
[02:22.66]Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
[02:26.24]Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
[02:29.06]I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
[02:34.87]I got a chopper in the car
[02:38.01]I got a chopper in the car
[02:41.57]{Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
[02:44.74]Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
[02:47.42]If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
[02:51.48]Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[02:54.75]{Verse 3: Lil Wayne}Talk stupid get ya head popped
[02:57.29]I got that Esther, ***** I'm red fox
[03:00.78]Big bee's, Red Sox
[03:03.93]I get money to kill time, dead clocks
[03:07.00]Your ****ing with a n-gga who don't give a ****
[03:10.05]Empty the clip than roll a window up
[03:12.90]***** n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun
[03:15.99]I'm in a red *****, she said she finna cum
[03:18.94]200 thousand on a chain, I don't need a piece
[03:21.87]That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
[03:24.92]Dark shades, Eazy E
[03:27.84]Five letters, YMCMB
[03:31.43]***** ass n-gga, ***** ass n-gga
[03:34.18]I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
[03:37.52]You know the rules, kill'em all and keep moving
[03:40.37]If I died today it'd be a holiday
[03:43.74]{Verse 4: Rick Ross}I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
[03:47.90]So don't make it come alive
[03:49.25]Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
[03:52.25]YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
[03:55.54]The bigger the bullet the more that ***** gon bang
[03:59.22]Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
[04:02.05]Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my *****
[04:05.09]My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
[04:08.30]Son of a *****, than I made a great escape
[04:11.27]Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
[04:14.30]Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
[04:17.94]N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all
[04:21.10]Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up
[04:24.06]If you get in trouble that just mean you ****ing up
[04:27.19]It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
[04:30.24]I call the plays, ********** huddle up
[04:33.13]{Lil Wayne}I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car