Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Right Above It, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Right Above It |
| Now tell me how you love it |
| You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it |
| We onnnn, cause we onnnnnnnn |
| Who else really tryin to fuck with Hollywood Cole? |
| I’m with Marley G bro |
| Flyin Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows |
| And I wanna tell you somethin that you prolly should know |
| This that (Slumdog Millionaire) Bollywood flow |
| And uhhh, my real friends never hearin from me |
| Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me |
| That’s why I pick and choose, I don’t get shit confused |
| I got a small circle, I’m not with different crews |
| We walk the same path, but got on different shoes |
| Live in the same buildin, but we got different views |
| I got a couple cars, I never get to use |
| Don’t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos |
| And these days all the girls is down to roll |
| I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole |
| Plus I been sippin so this shit is movin kinda slow |
| Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it’s time to go |
| Now tell me how you love it |
| You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it |
| We onnnn, it’s Young Money motherfucker |
| If you ain’t runnin wit it run from it motherfucker |
| All right, now somebody show some money in this bitch |
| And I got my B’s with me like some honey in this bitch |
| Ya diiiig? |
| I got my gun in my boo purse |
| And I don’t bust back because I shoot firrrrrst |
| Meet me on the fresh train |
| Yes I’m in the building, you just on the list of guest names |
| And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games |
| Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex chaaaange |
| And I smoke 'til I got chest pains |
| And you niggaz know I rep my gang like Jesse James |
| Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne |
| I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin plaaaane |
| Skinny pants and some Vans |
| Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance — amen |
| As the world spin and dance in my hands |
| Life is a beach, I’m just playin in the saaaand |
| Uhh, wake up and smell the pussy |
| You niggaz can’t see me, but never overlook me |
| I’m on the paper trail, it ain’t no tellin where it took me |
| Yeah, and I ain’t a killa but don’t push meeeee |
| Uhh, how do he say what’s never said? |
| Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red |
| Limpin off tour cause I made more off my second leg |
| Muh’fuckin Birdman Junior, 11th grade |
| Ball on automatic start |
| I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw |
| Wildcat offense, check the paw prints |
| We in the building, you niggaz in apartments |
| Uhh, n-now c’mon be my blood donor |
| Flo' so nice you ain’t gotta put a rug on her |
| Do it big and let the small fall under that |
| Damn, where you stumbled at? |
| From where they make gumbo at? |
| Kane got the fuckin beat jumpin like a jumpin jack |
| But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack |
| Hip-Hop, I’m the heart of that, nigga nothin short of that |
| President Carter, Young Money Democrat, uhh |
| Yeah! |
| We onnnn |
| Young Mu', Young Mula baby! |