Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Interlude, artist - Lil Wayne.
Date of issue: 28.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Interlude |
Heart’s what it is |
Watch what the kid drops, I’ma get the prop if you’re not wit' the biz |
Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib |
So hatin' motherfuckers, you better stop with the jibs |
All for the dibs, but I’m boss |
It’s don’t matter what the cost when I live right across from the Wiz |
Killa City will have a nigga lost in the Mids |
Doin' nothin' but mothers stackin' pussy coffin again |
What is happenin' is a merger, different levels of murder |
Lil Weezy cook it and I’ma serve her |
Further, guess what I’ma go do wit' this women when we’re eatin' Gerber? |
Mama said to kill ‘em all, and I heard her |
Thank you, baby, for what became Lil Wayne |
It’s good that all the people know when Strange in the game |
I been really able to hang in the fame |
But when he shot at my nig was when it changed in my lane |
I’m accustomed, fucking lovin' nothin' but to get your brain |
And I be stuck in lust and quick to bust a nut and take a nigga’s dame wit' no |
shame |
When they be bussin' ‘nough, they thinkin' they thuggin' tough |
But never do knuckle up, you in the game, you bang |
You druggin', touchin' everything, you lame? |
Sucka, you cannot sustain the rain |
Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this |
Balla nigga, Strange Music, coupe through swishas |
I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is |
Well, you listenin' to Tecca Nina, soo woo bidness |
Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black |
I tell a nigga all those flows are borrowed, it’s the phar-oh, Three Stacks |
I woke up in Cai-ro, lookin' at stars so bright in the sky I thought they were |
marbles |
No car doors, whatcha call those? |
A whole carload of raw hoes |
In a Jeep Defender, please remember, don’t feed the Simba |
Three’s a symbol like nobody, he’s a symbol of what’s safari |
Pulled her ponytail to my body, she’s the only girl that was smart enough to |
call me Mr. Benjamin in the middle of a wild party |
Skin was cinnamon, I pound it harder, how come the only girls that are thought |
of |
Are the light ones? |
Well, tonight, then, we gon' do it, do it, do it for the |
dark ones |
It’s important that you are more than welcome to the Carter IV and |
Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head, and I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead |
Out |