Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Am Not A Human Being, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Am Not A Human Being |
| Uhh, pussy for lunch |
| Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, haha |
| Yeah, kush in the blunts |
| I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk |
| I don’t know why they keep playing, they better re-plan |
| I’m giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland |
| Together we stand, and fall on y’all |
| Balling with my Bloods, call it B-ball |
| These dames ain’t shit, Young Money is |
| I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers |
| Come through, coupe same color as veneers |
| And you know I’m riding with the toast, cheers |
| Yeah, now I’m back on my grizz |
| And y’all’s a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid |
| Shit, fuck with me and get hid |
| I finger-fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids |
| Just do it? |
| My nigga, I just did |
| Ain’t a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig |
| You dig? |
| This here, this big biz |
| And I scream, «Fuck it!» |
| Whoever it is |
| I am the rhyming oasis |
| I got a cup of your time, I won’t waste it |
| I got my foot on the line, I’m not racing |
| I thank God that I am not basic |
| Oww! |
| I-I am not basic |
| I-I-I, am-am not a human being! |
| Uhh, rockstar baby |
| Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby |
| Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy |
| That’s that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese |
| Heater close range, cause people are strange |
| But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained |
| You can’t see Weezy nor Wayne, I’m in the far lane |
| I’m running this shit, hundred yard gain |
| Uhh, swag on infinity |
| I’m killing 'em, see the white flag from the enemy |
| Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories |
| Father forgive me for my brash delivery |
| I-I-I would try you, I wouldn’t lie dude |
| I must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued |
| Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food |
| Y’all can’t see us, like the bride’s shoes |
| I stand tall like I’m motherfucking 9'2″ |
| I scream «Motherfuck you and whoever designed you!» |
| And if you think you hot then obviously you were lied to |
| And we don’t die, we multiply, and then we come divide you |
| I am the rhyming oasis |
| I got a cup of your time, I won’t waste it |
| I got my foot on the line, I’m not racing |
| I thank God that I am not basic |
| I am not basic |
| I-I am not basic |
| I thank God that I am not basic |
| I-I-I, am-am not a human being! |
| Re-re-re-re-reporting from another world |
| Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl |
| Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl |
| Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls |
| Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock |
| And if this ain’t hip-hop, it must be knee-hop |
| I’m higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop |
| I still get my candy from your girlfriend’s sweet shop |
| Spitting that heat rock, I’m smooth, not Pete Rock |
| And my, and my money on et cetera, three dots |
| Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops |
| You better run motherfucker, cause we not |
| You better run 'til your feet stop |
| You ain’t even a fucking alphabet in my teapot |
| Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top |
| And even if I let go, I still won’t d-rop |
| I am the rhyming oasis |
| I got a cup of your time, I won’t waste it |
| I got my foot on the line, I’m not racing |
| I thank God that I am not basic |
| I-I-I-I, I, I am not |
| I-I-I, am-am not a human being |