Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne - Lil wayne gossip lyrics
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And I don't walk around lookin for it, you know?, But Yesterday It Seemed to just wander around until it found me, the gossip found me Then why don't you try proving it. How? You don't know how to prove it?, well, what you just do is... Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... (Oo) Stop, hatin' on a nigga that is a weak emotion The lady of a nigga And you could get tipped like ya waitin on a nigga, and Put a body bag and an apron on tha nigga I give my all behind the mic, but you could never see, if you sit behind the light You don't have to pick me.. to win the title fight But I'm gone wear that championship belt so tight And if I'm wrong, there is no right And if I'm wrong, there is snow white I'm tryna be polite, but you bitches in my hair like the f**kin po-lice My flow is rare, these other rappers nice, These other rappers bark, Some of em' even bite But I'm much more bright I give the game sight So before you dim the lights you just might... might... wanna Think it over (think it over) Oo Think it over (think it over) Baby Stop... analyzin' criticizin', You should realize what I am and start epidimizin' Confident, I got the heart of the biggest lion confident like f**k em all, pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin' It rains a lot in my city, because my citys cryin' Because my citys dyin' But I emerge from all of that, I am a livin pion-eer, sighin. Fear God, not them Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot... and Soo-woop And, then I leave tub in the boot, I leave a blood bath, Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at? Like the strings on shoe No nigga f**k that I'm twisted like the string on a boot, now where New Orleans at? I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass So in your possession, I must ask... Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over) Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you? Drag my name through the mud I come out clean Cast away stones I won't even blink A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink Don't believe in me Don't believe me I graduated from hungry, and made it to greedy My flow is like pasta Take it and eat it But I'ma need g's if I'm bakin' a zeedy. You niggas want beef? I want a steak and uh, we be Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be Hard body nigga, just takin it easy All about my paper, bout my paper like Eazy Why do rappers, lie to rappers, lie to fans, lot of rappers, lot of rappers Lie like actors, cut the mothaf**kin cameras Cut the check..f**k your props I AM hip hop. I'm ain`t dead. I'm alive Thanks to Gossip