Fly Out (Explicit)-Lil Wayne

歌手 : Lil Wayne
语种 : 英语
时长 : 02:25

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TXT Fly Out (Explicit)-Lil Wayne 文本歌词

Fly Out (Explicit) - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)
Lyrics by:T-Mix/D. Carter
Composed by:T-Mix/D. Carter
We here
I said we here
The back of Tha Carter yeah
The back of Tha Carter
Two uh
Yeah
This here is
The end of Tha Carter Two people
Hey yeah
I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the drain
I'm like a key in a drought
I spent a G on these frames but my vision is priceless
Seeing through you n***as like a f**kin' psychic
Hearing through the grapevine n***as wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift man you better be Peyton
Boy the heat's on they makin' peace bonds
I'm in this b***h throwin' up the 17th sign
Straight frowns no daps strapped three times
That Tec-11 AK-47 one Beretta
Ready for whatever tell them p***y n***as
Come together
Heavy better n***a super-soaker wet a n***a
Six feet under flowers you ain't nothin'
But a petal n***a
I'm just a little n***a tryin' to be a civil n***a
Thirty years old s**t that'll be a given n***a
Quit it Wayne your mom is listenin'
But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the pots is pissed in
Them n***as trippin' until the shots whistlin'
Hear them bullets hissin' like a cobra at attention
I got a b***h and quit callin' women b***hes
As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No preventin' the grind I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game
True player no quittin'
There you go shittin'
On the way a n***a thinkin'
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
And since the future ain't promised to no one
I live every day like this is the sure one
Trade in the tidal wave
This is the ocean
Stand in that heat 'til the motherf**king snow come
And it feels so f**kin' good
Throw my d**e like a rope let 'em tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless rats and roaches
Running 'cross the porch
In the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it automatics in motion
We bangin' for the bread n***a even the molded
I got my loaf I got my toast
Chaperone of the South I got my coast
Yeah and until I die
I'm the the-the the-the the Best Rapper Alive