Karaoké A Milli Lil Wayne

Young Money

You dig?

Yeah

Mack I'm going in

A millionaire

I'm a Young Money millionaire

Tougher than Nigerian hair

My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair

I'm a venereal disease

Like a menstrual bleed

Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind

'Cos I don't write shit

'Cos I ain't got time

'Cos my seconds, minutes hours go to the almighty dollar

And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper

Sister, brother, son, daughter father, mother-fuck a copper

Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'

Tell the coppers

Ha ha ha ha

You can't catch him

You can't stop him

I go by them goon rules

If you can't beat 'em

Then you pop 'em

You can't man 'em

Then you mop 'em

You can't stand 'em

Then you drop 'em

You pop 'em 'cos we pop 'em like

Orville Redenbacher

Wooh

Motherfucker I'm ill

Yeah

A million here

A million there

Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her derriere

Like smoking the thinnest air

I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me like

Look at that bastard Weezy

He's a beast, he's a dog

He's a mothafuckin' problem

Okay you're a goon

But what's a goon to a goblin?

Nothin', nothin'

You ain't scarin' nothin'

On some faggot bullshit

Call 'em Dennis Rodman

Call me what you want bitch

Call me on my Sidekick

Never answer when it's private

Damn I hate a shy bitch

Don't you hate a shy bitch?

Yeah I ate a shy bitch

She ain't shy no more

She changed her name to My Bitch

Ha

Yeah nigga that's my bitch

So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised bitch

It ain't trickin' if you got it

But you like a bitch with no ass

You ain't got shit

Motherfucker I'm ill

Not sick

And I'm okay

But my watch sick

Yeah my drop sick

Yeah my Glock sick

And my knot thick

I'm it

Motherfucker I'm ill

Yeah

See

They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G.

Jay and 2Pac, André 3000

Where is Erykah Badu at?

Who that?

Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?

My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame man

Who that one that do that, boy?

You knew that true that

Swallow

And I be the shit

Now you got loose bowels

I don't owe you like two vowels

But I would like for you to pay me by the hour

Ha ha ha

And I'd rather be pushin' flowers

Than to be in the pen sharin' showers

Ha

Tony told us this world was ours

And the Bible told us every girl was sour

Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower

Call me Mister Carter or

Mister Lawn Mower

Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowrey

Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me

Motherfucker I say

Life ain't shit without me

Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe

Look like it's poutin'

I do what I do and you do what you can do about it

Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me

Don't you compare me 'cos there ain't nobody near me

They don't see me but they hear me

They don't feel me but they fear me

I'm illy

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