- Lil Wayne Fly Away 歌詞
- Lil Wayne
- Ahem
Id like for you to take this time
And remember where you was
The first time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times youve listened to D2
Could you tell me ?
Datpiff.com world premiere
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard
When we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Yall done copied the rhymes
Yall done stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my shit-talkin
Weezy and Dram — we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You welcome
A Dedication
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; thats DNA
Got a dyke ho, nympho, and your bitch layin next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me feel A-OK
Feeling like Tony, 'Grrreat!', feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all over her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this broad need AAA
Lets enjoy some NBA, yall lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but youll get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; thats my DNA
Youll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke Os, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight
I got Ps, I got weight, I got kis, I got gates
I got moon-rock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, its laced
I smoke doobies, dont smoke Js,
Dont watch movies, dont go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis on the way
I dont be choosey, I dont be safe,
I dont get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin like Zhané, Erykah Baduwith the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to save
I been sleepin with my AK, with my finger around her waist
I been dreamin I caught a body
Thats some sweet dreams , who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that aint even from the USA
Thats the land of the Free, its the home of AJ
Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate
Shes gon take it to the face,
Like 'Thin line between love and hate'
I got Dealers N Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods everywhere you lay but aint no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA
OMW to your trap, (Blap!) — Now Ill be On My Way
I got plugs I aint got to pay, I got shit I aint got to say
I got cribs way out of state, I aint got no more pocket space
Sippin slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is Grey
Now its Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
Yall niggas still watching a master at work
(I already got)
D6
I already got the Ganja
I already got the Fanta
All black like Uganda
Hair back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a condom
Your skull crack,then we crowned you
Shark bite to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like Sinatra
Face been painted, they aint never clowned him
Everybody rakin cash like its autumn
Yall boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All yall take a seat on this toilet
Yall aint shit, but yall piss-poor, and
Sittin in the foreign like Im on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, Im Macaulay Culkin
Thought about your coffin and started barfin
Thought about your orphans, how they probably starvin
Thought about this artful shit, how Im so thoughtful
Walkin on the marble, feelin like Ricardo
Walkin round like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the target
Sittin on the charter, talkin bout the targets
Waitin on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell like a orchid
Wetter than a wishin well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet
With a yellowbone car
That smoke green, thats Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, thats horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors
Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters layin around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report em
World on my shoulders but its lighter than a clover
Im your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that sick shit, the sickness is showin
The sickness is spreadin, the disease is growin
The bitches is hoein, the witnesses knowin
The dollars are torn, they fishing for coins
I continue goin, I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the mornin
Then I just yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, its 6, the reward
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