Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Abortion, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 28.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Abortion |
| I, I see you with your palms in your pants |
| But me, me, oh me, I got the world in my hands |
| I make it spin on my finger, I’m a critical thinker |
| I’m a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker, yeah! |
| I, I see you with your palms in your pants |
| But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands |
| I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I’m a critical thinker (yeah) |
| I’m a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker |
| I know your name, yeah |
| Your name is unimportant, yeah (haha!) |
| We in the belly of the beast, yeah |
| And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn |
| Uhh, I woke up this morning, dick rock hard |
| Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award |
| You can save your bullshit on your memory card |
| If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed |
| Jumped on the celly, called Makaveli |
| He say he was gravy, I say I was jelly |
| Looked in the mirror, said «You's an ill nigga» |
| Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga |
| Now I think I’ll have me a coffee with six sugars |
| In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers |
| I’m tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked |
| I’m shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets |
| Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude |
| The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancin' shoes |
| Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to |
| But I just built a house on I Don’t Give a Fuck Avenue |
| I, I see you with your palms in your pants (haha!) |
| But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands |
| I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I’m a critical thinker (yeah) |
| I’m a hell of a smoker (yeah) and a bit of a drinker (hey!) |
| I know your name, yeah |
| Your name is unimportant, yeah |
| We in the belly of the beast, yeah |
| And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn |
| Uhh, down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed |
| Life is a gamble, better check the point spread |
| And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head |
| I’m so sick of these niggas, I need meds |
| Uh, smoking on that hallelujah, thank you Jesus |
| Help me focus on the future and not the previous |
| Double R, I’m a rebel with a reason |
| Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon |
| Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees |
| Underground shit, I see myself as a seed |
| Living in the glass, and everybody’s looking |
| But how can you get the picture if you don’t know who took it? |
| This current affairs, but who the hell cares? |
| Everybody’s fighting over positions, musical chairs |
| On the road to redemption, you gonna use a few spares |
| I’m just fucking ready so I come prepared |
| Yeah I know your name (hey!) yeah |
| Your name is unimportant, yeah (listen mayne) |
| We in the belly of the beast, yeah |
| And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn |
| And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air |
| Life is a rollercoaster, but still unfair |
| A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes |
| But since it is in disguise, we don’t know that it’s there |
| And I, see you with your palms in your pants |
| But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands |
| I make it spin on my finger, I’m a critical thinker |
| I’m a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker |
| I know your name… |
| As it is, shawty |