Lil Wayne "Ignorant Shit (2009)" |
And i'll take probation I dont want that T.I and Vick vacation Private plane, pick location Im going to the bank to make a big donation Yeah, I dont stunt i stunt hard And if the food aint on the stove I hunt for it But in the mean time you can call me young roy Jones Jnr fighting the drugs and gun charge Shit Dont leave me unguarded And ima cheese head, where the vince lambardi Word to Mark Martin leave a snitch departed All that blood like the red tea party My gun go crazy like its retarded Red light on it like its recordin' I ain't recordin', im just C-4ing My currency foreign We are in a league they aren't Better dig in your pocket and pay homage Better cover your eyes, your face fallin Watch the game from the side im play callin' No i didnt say that im flawless But i damn sure dont tarnish My pistol got comments for your garments Im so high i can vomit on a comet KY no homo im on it Weezy F Baby new bomb bitch You know what they say about when your palm itch Im gon get money, money, im gon get Young Money in ya tummy, and we gon shit And get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit Thats right bitch im back on my grown shit That Audemars Piguet No ice just chrome shit And your boyfriend softer than a foam pit I scream fuck the world with a long dick Muthafucker im me Yeah bitch im me You niggaz sweet like the pussy in which i eat Fireman burn down your entire street So fly ima take off when i leap bye And you can suck my wings Stand on my money head butt Yao Ming Put your hand in the oven if you touch my things Im shuffling the cards bout to cut my queens But i aint the dealer(a) House full of bitchs like Tila Tequila Im the man in the mirror My swagga just screamin' muthafucka do you hear her(a) Drizzy Drake 'what the lick read' (means: how are you doing) we make magic boy, Roy and sidfreed Wow Young Mula Baby Ya Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |