Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monster , by - Lil Wayne. Release date: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Monster |
| Chrome on the monster leather intestines |
| Wit’a top model and a contestines |
| I’ma Rottweiler yes I’ma rock 'n'roller |
| It’s Weezy Fuckin’Baby yeah straight up out 'da foller |
| Chrome on the monster leather intestines |
| With a top model and a contestines |
| I’ma Rottweiler yes I’ma rock 'n'roller |
| It’s Weezy Fuckin’Baby yeah straight up out da stroller |
| Im higher than the solar system of the twizzle |
| Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin' |
| On myself Im ballin’you niggaz haterholics |
| Im jus’the recipe so you can save the garlic |
| Im like a set of keys Im 'bout to get it started |
| I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills from California |
| 'Dem bitches after me so I put that paddle on 'em |
| She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em |
| I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle homie |
| And I ain’t got a clique I got a cattle homie |
| Wud up five kickin’back jus’bein’boo |
| Im talkin’foreign money like a European dude |
| Yeah Im heavy man so you should reconsider |
| I hit you one time fuck up yo equilibrium |
| I got rhythm yeah I got soul ya I travel all around the world like a postcard |
| My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore |
| I got this bitch on lock like a closed door |
| Weezie’s real 'dem otha’niggaz folklore |
| Im connected I got more hoods than a coat store |
| Im successful I got more shit than you can hope for |
| And I got thru 'dat water like a boat ore |
| Young Carter the name |
| Baby boy risin’like hot water and 'caine |
| Whip it stretch it and flip it Reup stretch it and flip it Reup, we up in the club we up in the club |
| Money runnin’like water bitch get up in the tub |
| Im up in the club she up in the club he up in the club |
| Now she can’t leave so we fuckin the club |
| Am I lucky or what Playboy Rabbit |
| And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion |
| I got more gurls than the Playboy Mansion |
| I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Samprace |
| And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford |
| And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer |
| And I know this world is so cold and decievin' |
| But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin' |
| Yeah, and until that chosen evenin' |
| I’ma be screamin Apple and Eagle |
| Yeah that’s rite Apple and Eagle |
| Hollygrove 17 I won’t leave you |
| Nope, and this is just the preview |
| But I’m already workin on the sequel |
| Fuck wit’me wrong I’ll fuck wit’yo home |
| Like a letter to the wife sayin’ya husband is gone |
| Like Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I’ll bomb |
| And beat the track up like a hundred arms |
| Im funky like underarms |
| The engineers recordin a thunderstorm |
| My hunger forms then ring the alarms |
| The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm |
| Weezy Fuckin' |