Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fo Sheezy , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album 500 Degreez, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Fo Sheezy |
| You know they saying since the bar back on the 'dro, he lackin the flow |
| And if that ever happen whoa I ain’t rapping no more |
| I’m good with a pina, daq and an o |
| Gagging and choke like ho put the dick back in your throat |
| Still packing fo sho |
| Yeezy Weezy off of the heezy fo sheezy |
| Cruise with the top off of the 'Ghini |
| Bars got cheese I got cheddar linguini |
| That’s why I keep the federals scheming |
| That’s why I keep the platinum blinging |
| Every diamond’s like a nice size |
| I help people with problems look at the bright side |
| With nice ties on a rise so they sitting me high |
| And the rims born in '79 |
| Weezy carry the nine Glocks |
| Slipping they gon have to get six niggas name called carry a pine box |
| Marry me ma, not |
| But here’s what you can do to me |
| Give me good brains tutor me |
| W-E-E-Z-Y Wee |
| They call me Weezy Weezy fo sheezy |
| Banana clip on the heater |
| Banana whip on them sneakers |
| Banana dick going deeper |
| Got a good game honestly so respect the young’n |
| Got your girl undercover like a detective woman |
| I’m a mess blow a vest to onion and I’ll test your stomach |
| And the pistols right next to him cousin |
| I’m a player having sex with dozens |
| Sex with cousins hoes dissed with husbands |
| My pants is down her dress is up |
| Her head down and her neck is tough |
| She suck till I say, «That's enough!» |
| We fuck till her ass fractured up |
| And when I nut no shower bitch pack your stuff |
| Am I a mack or what |
| Yep, Weezy macaroni with a bony model bitch |
| Are you modeling ma |
| She got her own whip so you following ma |
| She said she like that squad shit |
| So oh you swallowing ma |
| She said she like that hot dick |
| Well miss I got three bricks and two pills pop |
| One blunt mami let’s roll |
| And understand, I know what my name is, right |
| Bitch say it |
| W-E-E-Z-Y Wee |
| I’m so gangsta |
| If she don’t go down no thank you |
| I got so many bitches so ain’t ya |
| Got so many pictures of Ben Franklin |
| High top tennis on the car cover of the whole game cold |
| Fuck it up with me niggas come from all angles |
| Representing S-Q like the Star Spangled |
| White tee-fish at Kango |
| Low top Nikes plus my ho pop Nikes |
| How exciting we riding in the third lane |
| Said she like Juvy but prefer Wayne |
| She can give me head |
| Call her birdbrain on everything |
| It’s Young Weezy cuz I be golly |
| My neck more colorful then Nelly, Murph, Ky, Ali |
| I’m so cold deep |
| Low seats in the old drop blow reef |
| Like no cops could fuck with this |
| Swiftly no tops on the whippy |
| Cash Money hot Bizzy Lil Wizzy get with me |
| Now I’ma, I’mma ask you again |
| You know my name right bitch |
| Bitch say it |
| W-E-E-Z-Y Wee |
| Bitch holla! |