Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dedication 2, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 22.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dedication 2 |
| Alright I think you’re ready this time |
| Y’all know what I come here for |
| Call me the iPod King |
| Call me Mr. Thanksgiving |
| Call me whatever the fuck you want |
| Bang bang, I shot you down |
| Bang bang, you hit the ground |
| Bang bang, that awful sound |
| Bang bang… I used to shoot you down |
| Hah, Dedication 2, that’s right, you already |
| Wake up motherfuckers it’s Weezy, you got a problem? |
| Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbing |
| Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin |
| AK on the backseat, baby it’s so- |
| Wake up motherfuckers it’s Weezy, you got a problem? |
| Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbing |
| Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin |
| AK on the backseat, baby it’s so vibrant |
| Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can’t dodge it |
| You’re not getting wet in the rain is not logic |
| She won’t give that pussy to Wayne, I’m so obliged just |
| Live and direct from inside of your bitch body |
| And, hi there ho what do you know I’m riding |
| In the same streets my pops died in, I got 'em and |
| I get that money tell my momma I’m grinding |
| And I’ll be coming home with our future in my pocket |
| Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward |
| Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted |
| Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power |
| Getting out twenty American pies an hour |
| Goddamn, excuse ma’am but I’m the man |
| And you better put my money in my hand, stop playing! |
| Got ends, no friends, just brothers one color |
| And I spread the motherfucker all over your room shutters |
| Yeah, they knew better I’m two letters |
| I’m like M.J. and 2−3 and O.G., yeah I’m low-key |
| 'Cause niggas and bitches is police |
| I roll leaf, patching up the game’s slow leak |
| I’m Weezy baby! |
| Lemme catch my breath |
| OK |
| Pussy-ass. |
| pussy-ass. |
| pussy-ass. |
| pussy |
| Pussy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas |
| Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas |
| Them broads laugh at you, them niggas won’t kill you |
| And them niggas that’s with you, could die right with you |
| I’ll be shooting everything up in my eyesight mister |
| I say I might miss you, but little FeFe gon' hit you |
| And little Currensy’ll split you, Mack Maine’ll straight flip you |
| Let Taz Po ship you, then we’ll all forget you |
| I’m sitting in the kitchen like «How can we all get richer?» |
| Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture |
| Then I tell little Josh, roll up the perfect Swisher |
| God damn the hurricane, to the weed man, we miss you |
| I’m the best just listen, I ain’t what the game been missing |
| Ask my nigga Juelz, I been here since twelve |
| Ten shells, let 'em save themselves |
| Fuck them niggas and their pals, pal, pow! |