Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shine , by - Lil Wayne. Release date: 18.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shine |
| What, wha, wha, wha, wha |
| What, wha, wha, wha, wha |
| Cash Money Millionaires |
| Bout to take it there |
| Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz |
| Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims |
| Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce |
| That’s seven different cars, everyday I got a choice |
| On my way to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist |
| Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice |
| And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass |
| She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast |
| I like them modeling bitches, I love them swallowing bitches |
| Where them hoes headed at? |
| I’m 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) |
| I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke |
| You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke |
| I’m a show you what it is not to be a window shopper |
| Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada |
| All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper |
| You could be with your man, I ain’t tryna stop ya |
| (Shine) — From my head down to my shoes |
| (Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's |
| (Shine) — Check my baby mamma |
| (Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas |
| (Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone |
| (Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home |
| (Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris' |
| (Shine) — My life is the shit |
| Baby named me, Fire Wayne, Ice and Change |
| You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting things |
| With them twenty-two inch chopper blades |
| Diamond face, diamond brace |
| More colors than the game Simon Says |
| Go, 'hind me |
| And mami on forty-fifth she told me «I'm a lez» |
| And she ain’t like too much of dick |
| But give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway |
| But bitch I got a Phantom, don’t need your pussy anyway |
| OK, let’s talk about this ice that I’m carryin' |
| All these karats like I’m a fucking vegetarian |
| Niggas play, I bury them, y’all already knowin' |
| I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin' |
| See I’m a keep it going, Big Tymin, you heard’s me? |
| Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday |
| Wait, I don’t think they heard me |
| I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday |
| (Shine) — From my head down to my shoes |
| (Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's |
| (Shine) — Check my baby mamma |
| (Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas |
| (Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone |
| (Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home |
| (Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris' |
| (Shine) — My life is the shit |
| I’mma Hot Boy, that’s name brand and top of the line |
| Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine |
| Ain’t a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog |
| Come through on dub-deuces, they jock me dog |
| Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog |
| Catch 'em solo, they geezy, don’t shock me dog |
| Well get the fuck, slide on out the way |
| And let B.G. |
| ease down the shinin' linen |
| Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up |
| Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up |
| You don’t wanna put your vehicle next to us |
| Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up |
| With television, Dreamcast, DVDs |
| Nice sounds, buttons, it’s twenties |
| I’m a Cash Money Hot, Big Tymer nigga |
| That’ll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga |
| (Ewww!) |
| (Shine) — From my head down to my shoes |
| (Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's |
| (Shine) — Check my baby mamma |
| (Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas |
| (Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone |
| (Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home |
| (Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris' |
| (Shine) — My life is the shit |
| I’m a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it |
| Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be resting |
| I’m a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk |
| Bling blinging everyday, plus I got work (bling) |
| Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven |
| Steady stacking my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven |
| Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it |
| Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies |
| Love to floss, no secret stunners |
| Niggas steady baller block, can’t take nothing from us |
| Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice |
| Hoes be like, «Damn, them boys, they’re nothing nice» |
| They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys |
| You motherfucking right, you think this not girl? |
| Better think twice, get it right dog |
| Know you recognize, we got it on lock fall |
| (Shine) — From my head down to my shoes |
| (Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's |
| (Shine) — Check my baby mamma |
| (Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas |
| (Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone |
| (Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home |
| (Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris' |
| (Shine) — My life is the shit |
| (Shine) — From my head down to my shoes |
| (Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's |
| (Shine) — Check my baby mamma |
| (Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas |
| (Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone |
| (Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home |
| (Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris' |
| (Shine) — My life is the shit |
| Uhh, uhh, uhh |
| Huh uh (oh shit) |
| 2001 — my life is the shit, know why? |
| (Lemme see that) |
| (Im gon' shiiiiii-neee) |
| I’m representing, I’mma spit it (bling) |
| As long as they make that shit — I’mma break that shit |
| Ya heard me? |
| It’s like that; |
| believe that |
| This year; |
| fuck it — I said it before and I meant it |
| I’m buying me a city |
| New Mannie, Louisiana — ya bitch yooou! |