Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yeah, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Dont Crucify Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2013
Record label: Nyc haze entertainment
Song language: English
Yeah |
All the whips on 4's |
And my wrist so froze |
Ain’t no problem with these hoes |
They don’t never say no |
All they sayin' |
YEAH |
I keep 'em sayin' |
YEAH |
Hey they be sayin' |
YEAH |
We got 'em sayin' |
YEAH |
And all my clicks so cold |
And my pockets so swole |
And we bet a hundred more |
I don’t never say no |
All I say is |
YEAH |
Say bet I’m sayin' |
YEAH |
Say what I’m sayin' |
YEAH |
You know I’m sayin' |
YEAH |
I’m ridin' through the city blowin' purple on a saturday |
See the APTP when you got to put the gat away |
See them nigga comin' let it blow like Donald Hathaway |
In the SLR’s all the doors open that way |
Supermodel, movie star, the stripper, brawds after me |
Nigga try to battle me but all they do is rattle me |
I ask them man what happenin' I’m laughin while they chattering |
I’m bustin' they be scattering you know you lookin' at a king |
Super clean in a new drop stuntin' |
Nigga talk shit but it ain’t bout nothin' |
You’ll get your ass kicked if your mouth keep runnin' |
Keep talk slick bout the sound we comin' |
Say what u want but this is how we run it |
Niggas still tryna ball out we done it |
My wrist so bright and my neck so shiny |
When I tell her lets go she don’t back up from me |
Yeah, I’m me like a motherfucker |
Flyer than a v&ire lookin' for a blood sucker |
I keep these hoes on E like a four runner |
Man I could throw a 100 g’s till my stone runner |
Get a couple of philly’s and some waters for these hoes stomach |
I keep 'em rollin like no brakes up in that four runner |
I don’t stop I’m on the clock like the smallest hands |
They look for me I move the bass up out that marching band |
That ain’t a coffee can, nigga that 400 grands |
I keep the block jumpin', just call me bunny man |
T make a blunt look like a arm without a fuckin' hand |
T break a pound straight down like a bucket man |
You could get it harder or get it lighter than a summer tan |
The section leader over the stove like a drummer man |
B-R-R-At-At-Tat, whip it up just like that |
But if a nigga fuck with me wrong then its B-R-R-At-At-At-Tat |
I like my whip so old |
And my top better fold |
And I party with these hoes |
They don’t never say no |
All I say is |
YEAH |
I keep 'em sayin' |
YEAH |
You know they sayin' |
YEAH |
Ya dig |
You know my click so bold |
All of 'em don’t slow |
Niggas shot never broke |
They don’t never say no |
You need that work |
YEAH |
We got that work |
YEAH |
You need that work |
YEAH |
We got that work |
Ya dig |
I’m in a drop 6,4 low low |
When a hoe get hit no slow mo |
5 mil on the tour no promo |
I’m at the pussy niggas house no homo |
(No homo, they slut like Tony Romo |
So fuck them and fuck you too now go tell that to bono) |
They hoes know she loves when I shoot my two |
22's on the coupe I cruise |
Sucka niggas tryna my mood |
They do what they can I do what I choose |
(I get these hoes the blues |
Just call me BB King |
If they can’t feel the monster |
How can they see the King) |