Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Believe Me, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 27.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Believe Me |
| I’m the only one that get the job done |
| I don’t know a nigga that could cover for me |
| Yeah, got some game from my dad |
| He said she might say she love me |
| She don’t love me like she say she love me |
| Believe me, believe me |
| I’m that nigga, boy they love me in the streets |
| I’m not tryna find nobody else to beat |
| I’m the one they come to see because they all |
| Believe me |
| Yeah, rip, rip rip |
| It’s been me and Young Tune off the rip |
| That’s the man that put me in this shit |
| If a nigga fuck with him, I’ll put him down quick |
| Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique |
| I’ve been takin' shit light, you don’t wanna hear me trip |
| God damn, do y’all really know who y’all fuckin' with? |
| Yeah, I mean you can’t blame me for wonderin' |
| Doesn’t matter, could be winter or the summer |
| On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don’t fuckin' miss |
| Yeah, Stunna and Mack know |
| When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back |
| And I was snappin' off on every single track though |
| Collect call from the boss like where we at though |
| I was like, «Hah, it’s our time, nigga» |
| He left Rikers in a Phantom, that’s my nigga |
| And I’ll been rockin' with the team 'til Carter IX |
| And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga |
| Yeah |
| I’m the only one that get the job done |
| I don’t know a nigga that could cover for me |
| Yeah, got some game from my dad |
| He said she might say she love me |
| She don’t love me like she say she love me |
| Believe me, believe me |
| I’m that nigga, boy they love me in the streets |
| I’m not tryna find nobody else to beat |
| I’m the one they come to see because they all |
| Believe me |
| Lord knows I’ll murk one of these niggas, yeah |
| His and hers Ferraris, nigga |
| One for me, one for my daughter, nigga |
| Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga |
| I tote a 223, two Michael Jordans, nigga |
| Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga |
| Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga |
| Out of duct tape so when he prayin' I ignore the nigga |
| All I gotta say is «sayonara, nigga» |
| Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain’t dyin' for a nigga |
| Where the real queens at? |
| Shout out Capone and Noreaga |
| We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later |
| Diamonds in my Rollie face cannot be exfoliated |
| They think I’m associated, I’m the one that orchestrated |
| Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin' |
| Ain’t 'bout what you walk away from, it’s 'bout what you walk away with |
| Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant |
| I must be doin' somethin' |
| I’m the only one that get the job done |
| I don’t know a nigga that could cover for me |
| Yeah, got some game from my dad |
| He said she might say she love me |
| She don’t love me like she say she love me |
| Believe me, believe me |
| I’m that nigga, boy they love me in the streets |
| I’m not tryna find nobody else to beat |
| I’m the one they come to see because they all |
| Believe me |
| Had to get it poppin' off the rip |
| Rich young nigga that ain’t never had to trick |
| Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick |
| If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip |
| I had to get it poppin' off the rip |
| I’m the one they tell yah been reppin' in the 6 |
| Come into the city and yah niggas get to trippin' |
| We’ll take yah to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff |
| Well damn, just be happy for the man |
| Nirvana, Coldplay, nigga got bands |
| Ink from the money, got it all over my hands |
| Goin' out to Houston, spendin' all of my advance |
| V Live just took me for a cheque |
| «Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt» |
| Yes, right now you are lookin' at the best |
| Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that |
| Mothafuck the rest |
| When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps |
| I’d give what I collect before I give up my connect |
| It’d be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat |
| One finger, slidin' 'cross my neck |
| Niggas know what that mean like they deaf |
| Nigga I’ll fire this nina like it’s her first day |
| On the job and the bitch overslept |
| Tune stay humble, nigga I’m a king |
| Need a horn and a drumroll |
| They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga |
| I don’t step on one rose |
| I’m the only one that get the job done |
| I don’t know a nigga that can cover for me |
| Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach |
| She look like she got a bun in the oven from me |
| Preheat, believe me |
| All you gotta do is pay me every week |
| I had these bitches havin' babies every week |
| I’m the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets |
| Gone |
| Rip rip, nigga |