Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Wanna, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Who Wanna |
Somebody call the slick police |
Capitol W Weezy Baby |
This is the Carter man |
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let’s go! |
Raj ya bangin 'em in the. |
Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the. |
Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the head wit this one cut! |
Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch |
Weezy say guard ya neck bitch |
Weezy Baby this is the Carter |
I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter |
From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one |
You do the math it’s a horror |
While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one |
Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot |
If I catch you without my scratch I’m stretchin ya out |
If you catch me without the burna burn me I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass |
I’m dyin of doom I say I’m sick with cash |
These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass |
You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon |
You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass |
Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass |
Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass |
Smash on ya bitch ass |
Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye! |
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I’m waitin for 'em |
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I’m waitin for 'em |
Who gon fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em |
Who gon fuck wit me do you wanna fuck wit me Naw! |
Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I’ll sell a brick out ya house |
I’ll sell a brick to a house nigga |
I’ll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose |
Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce |
Lights off young Teddy Pender is out |
Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown |
I wasnt born with no silver spoon |
But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon |
Tomb sittin in ya room sing for me But if ya don’t gimmie no tune the semi go boom |
But if ya dont hear me doe fool the semi go boom |
I’m try to make moves but they gimmie no room |
I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space |
She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace |
I was once lost but now I’m found |
Full of them pounds is how I’m found Aye! |
Oh! |
Oh! |
Bang 'em in da head Whoa! |
Oh! |
Oh! |
Bang 'em in da face Whoa! |
Oh! |
Oh! |
Bang 'em in da neck Whoa! |
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let’s go! |
I know how to cook so I buy it soft |
I also sell it soft depending the cost |
You know thats shells they toss defending they boss |
They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss |
You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far |
Ya’ll niggaz better gear up for the comin of the boy |
From a young’n to a boy to young boy boy |
I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys |
Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump |
Baby what have I done I created a monster |
Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster |
Hell naw I smell ya’ll |
Didnt know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on And the block still a hell zone |
Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! |
Aye! |
Bang 'em in da head whoa! |
Bang 'em in da face whoa! |
Bang 'em in da neck whoa! |
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let’s go Bang 'em in da head whoa! |
Bang 'em in da face whoa! |
Bang 'em in da neck whoa! |
Rim low all I can see is ya hoe now let’s go |