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lirik lagu ain’t i – lil’ wayne

(feat. jae millz)

[jae millz]
i am the real, i am the authentic,
the fact and the truth, it’s jae millz,
brown skin but i’m black in the booth.
and for the green or that white, you’ll see red.
mushroom bullets h-t your body then they spread.
then your -ss dead. no need for a hospital room or a bed.
just tell his momma to get him some nice threads.
so at least he will be a b-tch -ss nigaa dyin in style.
he didn’t want to look up to me now he gotta look down.
somebody better tell him on these beats i’m a beast.
half man half animal like king on tekken. now i’m a wreck him.
h-ll ya young money is what i’m reppin’.
respect em or i’ll put you on that highway to heaven.
matter of fact p-ssy you’ll get your own lane.
with no speed limits so you’ll get there in a minute.
it’s dedication 3. it’s no replacing we.
that is like askin a group of muslims where that bacon be.
straight gran n patrone flow there is no chasin me.
and that amnesia is what my medication be.
that’s that amsterdam grade a i’m smokin in neverland.
so high i’ll probably never land.

[lil wayne]
muthafuggin psychopath, young money cave men, m-th-fugg a geico add.
fo’ fo’ bulldog, f-ck around and bite yo -ss, sh-ttin on you b-tches now lemme flush the toilet and wipe my -ss.
b-tch i’m all into like my cash, no i’m not i love my dough. got them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes.
but i don’t eat pizza, i eat p-ssy when he wouldn’t…
holla at ya guala, yeah b-tch itz me, kickin m-th-fuggas out the kitchen heat.
i’ll put you where the fishes sleep and when they wake, you’ll be the fishies feast…
imma shark you see my fin hoe, bullet leave a hole in ya face not a dimple.
straight from the n.o. it’s no problemo to put a n-gg-z brians on the m-th-fuggin window..
uggggh, d-mn right i’m nasty, how i come thru in that white eyed aston.
the leather guts and might i add in it’s black on chrome like darren mcfadden. yeah.
and don’t be comparin my swag wit these wack–ss n-gg-s thats o-so-swagless. yeah.
and call me mr. swag-more, gotcha girlfriend open like some fuggin pores, or open like some fuggin doors.
n-gg- its fugg you and i’m fuggin yours.
from the bedroom to the floors…wh-r-s

- kumpulan lirik lagu lil wayne