Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monster, artist - Lil Wayne.
Date of issue: 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' |