Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne - Original Silence lyrics
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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I’m so twisted… Lil Tunechi in this bitch – tell them hoes I’m ready Them niggas pissed off, call ‘em are. Kelly I’m higher than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank and Effy Man, all of these broads on my Johnson like Betsy Got a card in my pocket blacker than that nigga Wesley Life is a bitch? Well, my bitch is s*** First I’m on a jet, and then I’m on a jet ski I make these female dogs heel like Giuseppes Man, you be poppin’ shit, and I be poppin’ off I’m full of alcohol like a cotton ball I just pick ‘em up and Mr. G just drop ‘em off I serve these hoes – Mr. Volleyball Spikes on my shoes, that’s them Lou-Bs I’m on my Ps & Qs, smokin’ qps Nigga, I’m chillin’ – catch a cool breeze I’ll build a tree house if money grow on trees Fuck with me wrong, I’ll send your head to your mama Death bed, nigga, where the fuck is your pyjamas? Blood all day, period, no commas Everybody tryna watch, but I’m timeless [Hook:] Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters Now eat these fuckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt Bitch I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked Got a silencer on the gun – that bitch go “pew” That bitch go “pew”, that bitch go “pew” Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pew” Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Bitch I’m from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari I go stupid, I go retarded, the grass is greener in my garden Swagger meaner than the warden – Pow! Pow! Pow! I ain’t with arguing Leave a nigga leakin’, if you scared go see the deacon Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin’ Got a buncha bitches tweakin’, to tell me all of their secrets And if I get in that pussy, I’m on her walls like graffiti You a dead pita bread, you’re a fed ass nigga I’m on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga Fuckin’ with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga And it’s… party time, excellent, Wayne’s World Party time, excellent, Wayne’s World Tonight I’ll probly fuck another nigga girl Party time, excellent, Wayne’s World [Hook:] [Verse 3: Mack Maine] Mack in this bitch, tell them hoes I’m ’bout it These niggas sweet, a bunch of fuckin’ brownies The fuck you talkin’ ’bout? I’m a G like a thousand I’m on my one two, and bitch I’m still countin’ You niggas got problems, well I got bigger problems My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out ‘em You don’t want that, homie Plus I got that pick-up on me, finger fuck Nina, she horny You won’t see tomorrow morning, nigga We so fuckin’ cold, young money, money old Life is full of choices and your bitch chose, nigga I’m so Hollygrove, fuck them other niggas And if the gun’s strong I’ll paint a fucking picture You know what I’m on, a bag of that strong You know where I’m going, bitch, I’m goin’, goin’, gone! Nigga, holla at your boy, I don’t give a fuck Got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you niggas up [Hook:]