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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: Trigger Finger (feat. Soulja Boy)
- Interpret:
- Lil Wayne
- Album:
- I Am Not A Human Being II
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] I ain't lookin' back, nigga I'mma douchebag to these pussy ass niggas Hammer in my draws but I nail yo bitch Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist Everybody die, gon' bury me alive Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside Glock clip full like the moon in the sky I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire Life ain't shit but bitches and money Pass that weed, like I studied Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic You tied to the track of my train of thoughts And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'mma sensei And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape Tools on deck, tattoos on necks Life is a bitch, I'll make her yo ex Better turn to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea Muthafucka it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone I'll have a broke muthafucka run in ya home For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome [Hook] One in ya dome. [x8] Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it Gon' get it [x2] My trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin' [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I don't like to dream about gettin' paid You ain't gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play Ain't nun sweet but the codeine nigga Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights, make a left The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words If she don't suck dick, I don't give her that dick Got the world in my hands, I'mma dribble that bitch Money is the issue, full court pressure I like my blunt, Nutty Professor I'mma straight rider with a getaway driver Hit you dead on the money now you dead on arrival I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends But never too rich for new money These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack. Like two stomachs I'm laced up like two shoes, miss goody Keep that ratchet nigga Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch you nigga Blow yo fuckin' brains out in traffic nigga Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick nigga One bitch on the whip, one on the phone The one on the phone, is in front of ya home She 'bout to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome [Hook] [Verse 3 - Soulja Boy] Rest in peace to the game cause I'm fresh to death Rest in peace to the game, tell 'em kill theyself Make yo deathwish, cuz Im too fresh Cuz I'm fresh to death, cause I'm fresh to death You go broke tryna get fresh like this Rest in peace to the game cause I killed it I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death What you talkin', I came out a coffin [Verse 4 - Lil Wayne] I just can't see myself, living in a house of mirrors I bought me a double R, cuz I went from rags to riches And these niggas nag like bitches Actin' like little fags like Richard And all of my bitches be bad as vision You gotta problem I can fix it like a mathematician I ammunition, call me ammo for short Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts Ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc Put your son in your arms or put one in your dome