Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Upgrade You, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song When The North & South Collide Unloaded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.05.2007
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
Upgrade You |
Make your rules |
Yes sir, 3, ha, I love this shit |
So let me talk my shit |
Okay I’m good |
I know you see the drop 'cause gettin' money is what we on |
Ridin' drop top in the winter with the heat on |
Bad yella bitch, keep my passenger seat warm |
Leg hangin' out the window, you ain’t got these on |
Bitch holla it is Lil' Weezy, they cannot see me |
They are like Stevie, I am burin' a ton like Levie |
I circle ya house like B. B, colder then the Hebbie Gebbies |
Never give freebies, seventy five thousand for these fees |
Shit I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans |
Big stacks my pockets on Creatine |
Young Money, Dipset nigga we a team |
If you don’t like it nigga fuck you, no Vaseline |
I peel off in the Lamborghini like a tangerine |
Got the engine straight shakin' like a tambourine |
Like a bitch with some lips like Angeline, not Joli |
Holy, got flow, I go where no other guy go |
Fuck you hoe I’m so 504 |
I hope every snitch die slow |
Hip hop that’s my hoe, I know she know |
I like it wet don’t won’t no dry hoe |
Alright bitch I am D-Boy, no decoy |
And I will straight up destroy any boy or man |
And I prefer money then bitches or just reefer |
We are Young Money bitch and I am the leader |
We are Currency, Mack Maine and D-Raw |
And I just signed a chick named Nikki Menage |
And me I’m still spittin' like a retard |
And these niggas soft they should be rappin' in leotards |
Nigga we in charge, baby put me in charge |
And I’m just murderin' niggas free of charge |
You dig, just holla back I see you sarge |
I’m so motherfuckin' high I can eat a star |
Yeah let me upgrade ya, you may not be a model |
But I can front page ya |
You know I’m nasty, excuse my behavior |
Let me just taste ya, we can fuck later |
Sittin' in the Coupe lookin' like a racer |
Top peeled back like the skin of a potato |
Seat way back listenin' to Anita Baker |
Ridin' by myself, smokin' weed by the acre |
Holly Grove gator, ain’t nobody greater |
Leave you with some bullet holes, the size of craters |
You ain’t heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest |
Battle anybody nigga fuck over ya favorite |
It’s a new game and I’m the coach like Avery |
Leave it to the flow, we gettin' dough like a bakery |
I don’t really want to but these niggas makin' me |
Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves |
That’s a hockey team and I ain’t on no hockey team |
But I’m a champion, where’s the fuckin' Rocky theme? |
Damn, rest in peace Apollo Creed |
I’m a monster everyday is Halloween |
A lot of syrup, a lot of pills and a lot of weed |
And I keep my pockets green like a pot of peas |
And if you hatin baby you can get a side of these |
These nuts in your mouth and can you swallow please? |
Yeah, I’m so hot I freeze |
Big balls and they jangle like a lotta keys |
Even deaf bitches say hi to me |
She tell a blind bitch and she say I gotta see |