Johnny

Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross

Album:Tha Carter IV(Deluxe Edition)

The LRC Maker:冬東咚东

@冬東咚东

Fo' fo' bulldog, my ****in' pe

I point it at you and tell that bitch fetc

I'm ****ing her good, she got her legs on my nec

I get head, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threa

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death

Top down, it's upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!

You **** with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck

The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet

The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch

I pay these n-ggas with a reality check

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a ***** I got my hand up her dress

The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest

An AK47 is my ****ing address, huh

{Rick Ross}I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

{Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

{Verse 2: Rick Ross}Big black n-gga, and an icey watch

Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop

Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high,

swish!

I'm swimming in the yellow shit, boss

In the red 911 looking devilish

Red beam make a nigga sit down

Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time

Drop Palmolive in a nigga shit

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes

Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

{Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

{Verse 3: Lil Wayne}Talk stupid get ya head popped

I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox

Big bee's, Red Sox

I get money to kill time, dead clocks

You're ****ing with a nigga who don't give a shit

Empty the clip than roll a window up

Bitch niggas sweet, you niggas center bun

I'm in a red shit, she said she finna cum

200 thousand on a chain, I don't need a piece

That banana clip, let Chiquita speak

Dark shades, Eazy E

Five letters, YMCMB

Bitch ass nigga, bitch ass nigga

I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga

You know the rules, kill'em all and keep moving

If I died today it'd be a holiday

{Verse 4: Rick Ross}I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

So don't make it come alive

Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together

YMCMB, double M, we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that shit gon bang

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch

My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks

Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape

Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus

N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all

Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up

If you get in trouble that just mean you ****ing up

It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up

I call the plays, mother****ers huddle up

{Lil Wayne}I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car