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lirik lagu lil wayne – i’m a motherfuckin’ menace

weezy baby, baby im crazy yeah
makin a statement, feel these phrases, b-tch
hear these shots, get the f-ck out of here
low sea level n-gg-, get your diving gear, yeah
okay we rocking like a mother f-cking party in a crackhouse
catch ’em when its finished i’mma pitch it
i’m a motherf-cking chemist i’m a motherf-cking menace
i’m a motherf-cking dentist, knock your teeth out, f-ck n-gg-
quarterback, run and shoot, hood n-gg- shush n-gg-
the hamburger is tough n-gg-
you lunch n-gg-
you get the double deluxe n-gg-
thank you very much
turn a n-gg- head to mush
that uzi turn your body to a smoothie, slush
them p-ss-es ain’t f-cking with us
them n-gg-s just f-cking it up
but i’m laid back, back of the club
tuss in the cup, tuss in the blunt
gun in the gut, stunt if you want
play if you may, try if you like to fly
i put wings on you, and shoot you out the sky
n-gg-s scared of money, see the chrome outside
do the homicide, we got the chromers out
known to ride bonafide on the rise
that corner mine, eagle street all the time
and b-tch n-gg-s don’t apply
naw player call yourself a tiremark
make a n-gg- drive way up the sidewalk
your people paint the concrete red
blood bath, turn the gr-ss to a water bed(splash!)
harder head make a soft–ss, my father said
short life, faster money sound like honey(sweet!)
i made it past twenty, i’m an old man
a dead man walking, kill me if you can
d-mn, but you the president man
well i guess i’m a dead president man
yeah i’m just money, baby trust me
bet on me, go with me
man the chance is looking chubby
and we dancing on your grave when you dead boy
2-step, juke juke, i’m a made boy
i’m a made boy, no i’m a made man
i give ’em heead nods, i don’t shake hands
don’t take it personal, its part of my position
i feel all police is p-ss-es, baby send me my pet-tion
f-ck ’em! (what you think?)
yeah that’s what i said, an double f-ck the fed’s
now what’s trouble to a troubled child?
nothing. what’s murder to a murderer?
a thing. get it? it ain’t nothing but a thing
everybody got to lose this, ain’t nothing but the game
yeah an this ain’t nothing but them real verses
and if you listening to this, then you a a real person
i got kicked but i’m still lurking, still searching
got a fetish for desert, squirt like the middle of a jelly doughnut
off my back wit my pump make his belly gross up
i’m right handed, his right side swoll up
no h-m-, but my d-ck couldn’t fill his hole up
n-gg-s hold up, tell them n-gg-s wait
man get off my d-ck, n-gg- just ask your b-tch
n-gg-s hold up tell them b-tches wait
the best rapper alive, yeah now what you say?

- lirik lagu lil wayne