Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shine, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Shine |
What, wha, wha, wha, wha |
What, wha, wha, wha, wha |
Cash Money Millionaires |
Bout to take it there |
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz |
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims |
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce |
That’s seven different cars, everyday I got a choice |
On my way to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist |
Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice |
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass |
She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast |
I like them modeling bitches, I love them swallowing bitches |
Where them hoes headed at? |
I’m 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) |
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke |
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke |
I’m a show you what it is not to be a window shopper |
Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada |
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper |
You could be with your man, I ain’t tryna stop ya |
(Shine) — From my head down to my shoes |
(Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's |
(Shine) — Check my baby mamma |
(Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas |
(Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone |
(Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home |
(Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris' |
(Shine) — My life is the shit |
Baby named me, Fire Wayne, Ice and Change |
You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting things |
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades |
Diamond face, diamond brace |
More colors than the game Simon Says |
Go, 'hind me |
And mami on forty-fifth she told me «I'm a lez» |
And she ain’t like too much of dick |
But give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway |
But bitch I got a Phantom, don’t need your pussy anyway |
OK, let’s talk about this ice that I’m carryin' |
All these karats like I’m a fucking vegetarian |
Niggas play, I bury them, y’all already knowin' |
I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin' |
See I’m a keep it going, Big Tymin, you heard’s me? |
Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday |
Wait, I don’t think they heard me |
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday |
(Shine) — From my head down to my shoes |
(Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's |
(Shine) — Check my baby mamma |
(Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas |
(Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone |
(Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home |
(Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris' |
(Shine) — My life is the shit |
I’mma Hot Boy, that’s name brand and top of the line |
Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine |
Ain’t a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog |
Come through on dub-deuces, they jock me dog |
Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog |
Catch 'em solo, they geezy, don’t shock me dog |
Well get the fuck, slide on out the way |
And let B.G. |
ease down the shinin' linen |
Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up |
Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up |
You don’t wanna put your vehicle next to us |
Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up |
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs |
Nice sounds, buttons, it’s twenties |
I’m a Cash Money Hot, Big Tymer nigga |
That’ll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga |
(Ewww!) |
(Shine) — From my head down to my shoes |
(Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's |
(Shine) — Check my baby mamma |
(Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas |
(Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone |
(Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home |
(Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris' |
(Shine) — My life is the shit |
I’m a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it |
Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be resting |
I’m a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk |
Bling blinging everyday, plus I got work (bling) |
Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven |
Steady stacking my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven |
Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it |
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies |
Love to floss, no secret stunners |
Niggas steady baller block, can’t take nothing from us |
Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice |
Hoes be like, «Damn, them boys, they’re nothing nice» |
They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys |
You motherfucking right, you think this not girl? |
Better think twice, get it right dog |
Know you recognize, we got it on lock fall |
(Shine) — From my head down to my shoes |
(Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's |
(Shine) — Check my baby mamma |
(Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas |
(Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone |
(Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home |
(Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris' |
(Shine) — My life is the shit |
(Shine) — From my head down to my shoes |
(Shine) — Skritin' on twenty-two's |
(Shine) — Check my baby mamma |
(Shine) — Whip Rovers, not Hondas |
(Shine) — I’mma spend it 'til it’s gone |
(Shine) — Don’t know when I’m coming home |
(Shine) — Pop X and drank Cris' |
(Shine) — My life is the shit |
Uhh, uhh, uhh |
Huh uh (oh shit) |
2001 — my life is the shit, know why? |
(Lemme see that) |
(Im gon' shiiiiii-neee) |
I’m representing, I’mma spit it (bling) |
As long as they make that shit — I’mma break that shit |
Ya heard me? |
It’s like that; |
believe that |
This year; |
fuck it — I said it before and I meant it |
I’m buying me a city |
New Mannie, Louisiana — ya bitch yooou! |