Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Preach, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 17.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Preach |
| With my first hundred Gs bought my mom a house |
| Bitch, don’t try to suck my dick if you got cotton mouth |
| Watch these snitches, man, these rats think they Mighty Mouse |
| In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount |
| Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping |
| Car parked by itself, robot stunting |
| And it’s voice activated, I just tell it something |
| I ain’t even gotta press a button |
| Viper with the rally stripes, I don’t eat no Rally’s |
| I don’t eat my words, nigga, I don’t eat no salad |
| I got too much on my plate, I got too much on my palate |
| Never seen my car before, it’s like a unicorn in traffic |
| Too much fucking talent, rap Shakespeare, go Hamlet |
| You other boys could kiss the game goodbye, be romantic |
| Please don’t worry, Nancy, all my weed is organic |
| If my children end up smoking |
| I’ll whip they ass if they don’t pass it |
| Hold up, I just got a package |
| I let my bitch test it, with flying colors, passed it |
| Burning money fast like fire on the plastic |
| You dead man walking throw some tires on your casket |
| They say niggas in wheelchairs is half dead as it is |
| I still keep the heat on me, attitude cavalier |
| Boy, I think your whole clique’s Summer’s Eve, Massengill |
| Monastat 7, Vagisil |
| And my name don’t need no adjectives |
| And my flow don’t need no ad-libs |
| The boot, the battlefield |
| Flag red, like I’m Russian, call me Vladimir |
| Took a picture with the pistol, gave it rabbit ears |
| These niggas got fast careers, fast as Batmobiles |
| My bitches got sex appeal, they like sex and pills, for reals |
| I’m sorry if you hate you, and I’m sorry for the wait, too |
| Boom — It’s my shot like Biloxi |
| Even my shadow don’t trust me |
| Big dog in this shit, like a Husky |
| 285, 20 pounds of musty |
| Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear |
| He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there |
| In a two-seater, pull up popping 2Pac |
| Didn’t have a safe, so I stashed it in my tube sock |
| Eat so much Benihana’s I need nunchucks |
| You just a old nigga always saying, «Big bruh» |
| You a bad bitch always saying, «Big Daddy» |
| You a real nigga talking ‘bout you want a selfie |
| Uh, a baby bottle with my shit in |
| And my role model was a kingpin |
| I say, «Let's work,» he say, «Let's work» |
| Let your next work be your best work |
| And it’s that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 |
| And I’m so sorry for the wait, too |
| From New Orleans to the A, TRU |
| You test my homies, we ace you |
| Tity, these niggas monkeys in ape suits |
| I got a city, got a ocean, got a lake view |
| She took some shots til she shot down a grey goose |
| Ooh, this that Sorry 4 The Wait Deuce |