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Dwayne Michael Carter Jr.(známější jako Lil Wayne) se narodil 27.září 1982 v New Orleans v Louisianě.
Debutoval s albem The Block is Hot, které se okamžitě v Americe dostalo do TOP 10.
Ve svých patnácti letech zakládá kapelu Hot Boys, kde...
Píseň: 6 Foot,7 Foot
- Interpret:
- Lil Wayne
- Album:
- Tha Carter IV
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Uh um, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money Militia, and I am the commissioner You don’t wan’ start Weezy, cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but what’s a world without enigma? Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted cause she open when you twist her Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch, and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin’ family picture You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature It’s all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who’s buyin’, I’m a celebration Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that shit my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut Young Money runnin’ shit and you niggas just runner-ups I don’t feel I done enough, so I’mma keep on doin’ this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish, hah! Yeah I’m goin’ back in [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up, call it self-defense Swear, man I be seein’ through these niggas like sequins Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end Talkin’ to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that’s adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo’ ass talk Young Money eatin’, all you haters do is add salt Stop playin’, bitch I got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these motherfuckas talkin’ crazy like they jaw broke Glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya Try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I’mma ball ’til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe Bitch stop playin’, I do it like a king do If these niggas animals, then I’mma have a mink soon Tell ‘em bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on But most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on Satisfied with nothin’, you don’t know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money… Uh, paper chasin’, tell that paper: “look, I’m right behind ya” Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagna People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishin’ well, now wish me well Tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell [Verse 3 - Cory Gunz] Yeah, word to my mama, I’m out of my Lima bean Don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine Llama steam, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Now all I want is hits bitch, Wayne signed a fiend I play the side for you niggas that’s tryna front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha Disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda Bitch I flow like scuba, bitch I’m bold like Cuba And I keep a killer hoe, she gon’ blow right through ya I be mackin’ I’m ’bout, my stackin’ amount, I pack like a mover Shout the ratchet for backin’ out on behalf of my shooter Niggas think they high as I, I’ll come laugh at ya ruler Cash Money cold bitch, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these niggas out they minds I done told these fuck niggas somethin’ hundred times That I keep these bucks, they be on my mind Touch these I’mma bust these on your mind, pause Tough feet I’m on my grind, give the beat a little up keep Throwin’ my sign in the middle, hit ‘em up piece on my side Cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch I’m a man, I visit urinals with pride If Tune tell me to, I’m shootin’ when his funeral outside I’m uptown thorough breaded BX nigga ya heard, Gunna
Tha Carter IV (2011)
4. 6 Foot,7 Foot
8. Interlude (Feat Tech N9ne & Andre 3000)
11. So Special (ft. John Legend)
14. It's Good (ft. Jadakiss & Drake)
15. Outro (Feat Bun B, Nas, Shyne & Busta Rhymes)
16. I Like The View (Deluxe Edition)
17. Mirror (Feat. Bruno Mars) (Deluxe Version)
18. Two Shots (Deluxe Edition)