Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Good , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album The Devil Inside, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.02.2014
Record label: Eastside
Song language: English
So Good |
| I’m as real as they come, I follow the rules |
| I’m still in the hood but I probably should move |
| Made enough money, I don’t f-ck around |
| I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around |
| Feds got my man, shit is real son |
| Cause my god son just became my real son |
| Think life is a game but all you get is a turn |
| You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn |
| Kush in the air, I’m pushing the gears |
| Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear |
| If it aint right, I don’t sign the deal |
| Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill |
| Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope game |
| Aint no collective bargaining on cocaine |
| So in other words nigga, do your thing |
| Mind in one place, heart in another |
| Please pardon my brother |
| He’s just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit |
| And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry |
| Young Money, got the munchies |
| Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded |
| They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah i must’ve made it |
| Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol |
| But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole |
| Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it major |
| So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator |
| Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out |
| And then November came, they let my nigga out |
| Stop playin, I aint with that bullshit |
| Niggas act like bitches. |
| Shanaynay, oh my goodness |
| This is Wayne’s World, and y’all are just some tourists |
| Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch |
| Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder |
| Two glock 40′s, nigga you got 80 problems |
| Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles |
| Its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck about ‘em |
| I just came home, shit then got real hoe |
| Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe |
| I aint workin with a full deck but I deal hoe |
| I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal |
| Talkin 'bout baby money? |
| I got your baby money |
| Kidnap your bitch, get that ‘how much you love your lady' money |
| I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga |
| I’ll take you out, that’s a date nigga |
| Im a grown ass blood, stop playin with me |
| Play asshole and get an ass whippin' |
| I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty |
| I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin |
| I lay em down, tempur-pedic |
| This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage |
| Its young money, yeah 'tis the season |
| I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting |
| My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy |
| Will I die a bloody murder? |
| Dear Mr. Ouija |
| Nigga, Im straight, my girl a faggot |
| Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad |