Young God in the building bouta start a religion
Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some misses
Bring them straight to your block and go to war with you bitches
If you hit the head been to rest fall in position
Shoot a nigga from on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen
Cop the big boy porsche with all the spesifics
And I keep that torch baby call me Olympics
Red white blue pill flip my skills like gymnasts
And never give bitch money, blood or kidneys
When the gun goes pow I be at the finish
With the medal around my neck autograph on my tennis
The land of the murder dough crack and syringes
Pull up on ya in the coupe
How phat is your engine
Never talk to those that sat on the benches
Boy, I was in the game on 4th and inches
These niggas want the business
I'ma give these boys the business
She fukin with he boy that tote toys before christmas
Got all these ho's tripping, got all these ho's stripping, and we
Ain't PSC but these bitches know we tipping
I just bought a pint and ain't of yall sippin
Make my friends buy they own
F*ck, I'm tired of being friendly
You ain't gotta lie just to try to me with me
Bitches up in heaven waiting up in heaven with God to be with me
I'm crazy for being wayne, or is wayne just crazy
I've been around I'm still around like the gieco cavemen
Hairpin trigga know I won't shave it
I spot hip hop in the ocean I'm gon save it
The south is so dirty bitch you can't bathe it
Hollygrove dog and I feel like matin
Baby girl your p**sy looking so vacant
And its f*ck you and f*ck Georgia bust not makin
F*ck waist deep I'm in over my head
But its cool I'ma make, I'm good like meagan
Your girl wants me to come ron like regan
Your boyfriend is softer than the cartin the eggs in
I don't fear nothing but God and weddings
At the top of my paper like I'm stating a heading
My homie Santana yeah that's my ace
You may know us as I can't feel my face
See they don't know where I came from
But they know where I'm going and I'll tell you just how the top
Feels when I'm on
In the game I'm no cheetah, I'ma tiger, I'ma cougar, I'ma panther
I'ma bingo, Ocho cinco
I'm illy shirts softer than gilly
In a pair of gucci flops feeling free-er than willie,
When them niggas left I gotta little but chilly
But I just let it burn like the end of the philly
Weezy!
Video Clip Lil Wayne - I Can't Feel My Face
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