lirik lagu lil wayne – street chains
[verse 1]
straight from the east side
blood gang we heavy, f-ck n-gg- dare me
i turn into freddy, my fingers machetes
trap house jumpin’ like monta ellis
we trap out the teli when we outta town
uzi on deck, phone ringin’ off the hook
b-tch that’s the plug
ocean view bedroom baby
see through showers and i just put some fish in my tub
hold up i ain’t playin’, n-gg-s say they rich i say eeh
same old song i don’t dance
heater on my waist hotter than a frying pan
if you don’t see what i’m saying i give your -ss a f-ckin’ eye exam
i ain’t playin’, guns in my hands i ain’t prayin’
fireman spittin’ venom, spiderman, i’m enhanced
i’m at peace, joggin’ pants cost at least about a grand
i’m advanced like j-pan, got more sand than sudan, lord
[hook]
and life ain’t nothin’ but a long day
and tomorrow ain’t nothin’ but a long way, away
you know the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
that’s why i had to get a little more trunk sp-ce
gotta insurance on the trap house, allstate
got the trap house pumpin’ like a heart rate
got the trap house pumpin’ like an 808
boom like an 808
[verse 2]
i could fly around that b-tch need a tarmac
i just landed in cuba need a straw hat
i gotta get the raw back i need a format
i put the sh-t on horseback and start my own ranch
from where they don’t talk smack, they just snort smack
i turn your head to an open hot sauce pack
i tell the b-tch some true lies and some false facts
boy i’m drownin’ in the syrup like a short stack
ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, wayne gretzky
stunt my -ss off, chain heavy
your b-tch get p-ssed on, chain letter
train smoker, smoke plain never
had a date with the devil, then i changed schedule
i’m a trained killer, like a paid killer
better yet saddam hussein nephew
n-gg- no love
that’s from the bottom of my heart
i pull up and paint yo’ whole f-cking block red
and get out of my car and admire my art
then smile at my thoughts
my b-tch from atlanta got eyes like a hawk, she see why i’m a boss
i just got another speeding ticket on the bugatti
while it was parked
now i don’t wanna talk, b-tch i don’t wanna talk
lean in my punch, i decided to spar, anybody want war?
i’m excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, i be out by the morning, before i even yawn
stay in ya’ lane, i remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do i need a h-rn?
the struggle is real, and the bible too long
i’m writing my will, and i’m typing my won’t’s
lord please, kilo’s oz’s
cause my b-tch act like she like pinot and cheese
i dropped out of cl-ss so i’m zero degrees
i can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
i can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda pink
i’m a freak-show to freaks
i’m spitting these bars, hope my bartap is cheap
i’m a hard man to reach, i’m newborn and deceased
i’m too hard for this beat, i’m the heart and the beat
the chong and the cheech, my blunt long as a speech
roach look like a leech, i’m too long for the brief
i’m too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo’ cheek
like my b-tch mixed, like long island tea
she don’t hide her figure, she don’t hide her feet
i’m the head n-gg-, like prodigy
and b-tch i’mma shine, like connery
[outro]
and life ain’t nothin’ but a long day
and tomorrow ain’t nothin’ but a long way, away
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