lil wayne ☆ A Milli

Young Money
Ya Dig
A millionaire I’m a young money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to
your career this isn’t fair
I’m a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil and leak on the
sheet of the tablet
In my mind ’cause I don’t write shit
’cause I ain’t got time
’cause my seconds minutes hours
go to the all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of
that ch ch ch ch chopper
Sister brother son daughter
father mothafuck a coppa
Got the Maserati dancin’ on the bridge
pussy poppin’
Tell the coppers hahahaha you can’t
catch ’em you can’t stop ’em
I go by them goon rules if
you can’t beat ’em then you pop ’em
You can’t man ’em then you mop ’em
You can’t stand ’em then you drop ’em
You pop ’em ’cause we pop ’em like
Orville Redenbacher
Motherfucker I’m ill
A million here a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair
With coke in the derriere
Like smoking the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini hopin’
them crackers see me
Like look at that bastard weezy
He’s a beast he’s a dog
he’s a motherfucking problem
OK you’re a goon but what’s a goon to a goblin
Nothing nothing you ain’t scarin’ nothing
On some faggot bullshit
call him Denise Rodman
Call me what you want bitch
call me on my sidekick
Never answer when it’s private
damn I hate a shy bitch
Don’t you hate a shy bitch
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
She ain’t shy no more she changed
her name to my bitch
hahahaha yeah nigga that’s my bitch
So when she ask for the money
when you through don’t be surprised bitch
It ain’t trickin’ if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass you ain’t go shit
Motherfucker I’m ill not sick
And I’m OK but my watch sick yeah
my drop sick yeah my glock sick
and my knot thick
IM It
Motherfucker I’m Ill
Yeah
See
They say I’m rapping like Big Jay and
Tupac Andre 3000 where is Erykah
Baduh at Who that
Who that say they’re gonna beat Lil’ Wayne
My name ain’t BIC but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy
You all knew that
True that swallow
And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
I don’t owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
Ha ha and I’d rather be pushing flowers
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
Ha Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
don’t play in the garden and
don’t smell her flower
call me Mr Carter or Mr Lawn Mower
boy I got so many bitches like
I’m Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me
Motherfucker I say life ain’t shit without me
Chrome lips poking out the coup
look like it’s pouting
I do what I do and you do
what you can do about it Bitch
I could turn a crack rock into a mountain dare me
Don’t you compare me
’cause there ain’t nobody near me
They don’t see me but they hear me
They don’t feel me but they fear me
I’m illie
C3
3P
Hahahaha