Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weezy Baby, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Weezy Baby |
| Yeah… ma gurl get in at 1:15 am |
| The guitar’s crying right now |
| Just a couple things going on in my life, you know |
| Brim leaning, cup tilted, blunt flicking |
| Get money, fuck bitches |
| Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it |
| I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know bout it |
| So bout it… like Master P… but no coward |
| No I am no Howard the duck duck |
| Lead showers, black flowers |
| Black dresses, two hours, closed casket |
| Ma dough tactics is so crafty |
| No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards |
| I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster |
| Like… oh Nancy the flow’s plastic, automatic, I’m |
| More drastic, ain’t no names compared to me |
| Who are you, where are ya, I can’t see, ya air to me |
| Ya not there to me, I ain’t fucking wit you bitch niggaz |
| I’m fucking ya sis nigga, it’s Weezy |
| If you gon' call him Weezy |
| Then you must say the baby |
| If you don’t say the baby |
| Then just don’t say it at all |
| I’m… slick as an old mac, I’m… sick as a prozac |
| And… the Carter 1 was the… dick for you hoes trapped |
| And… this is Tha Carter 2 and… this is the bozack |
| Digging you hoes back, quick if I blow back |
| Got it… gone Rabbit |
| Fast ma daddy’s Rabbit at home |
| What up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what up Pun (what up) |
| What up Big (what up), what up Solja |
| As the streets get colder I get chillier |
| What up Left Eye (what up), what up Aaliyah (what up) |
| Teck 9 close by touch 'em up |
| I shoot niggaz in the mouth boy pucker up |
| Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck |
| Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from |
| I chew 'em up like bubble gum… yum yum |
| Young Weezy so troublesome, what what |
| If you gon' call him Weezy |
| Then you must say the baby |
| If you don’t say the baby |
| Then just don’t say it at all |
| I ain’t talking fast you just listening too slow |
| I’m… getting them Benjamins |
| Can serve like the Wimbledon |
| If I’m in any predicament, nervous never that |
| Got a gat to knock whoever back back, very flat |
| Chest… caved in, mess on the pavement |
| Splat… cherry wax, rrraaahhh… bury that |
| Rats… scary cat, rrraaattt carry that |
| Hollygrove trigga man guns in a knapsack |
| Area code five zero four, I ain’t Nino fucking Brown |
| And… this is Tha Carter ho, this is a quarter stick |
| This in ya garter ho, leave out the back and go straight to the corner store |
| Return with the cake, come wit all ma dough |
| And if not they find you in a lake in the morning ho |
| Weezy Baby please say the baby |
| If not, don’t ya motherfucking say it at all, bitch |
| If you gon' call him Weezy |
| Then you must say the baby |
| If you don’t say the baby |
| Then just don’t say it at all |