a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de bugatti - lil' wayne

[intro]
microphone check, i still don’t hear my…
oh yeah i do, yeah i do
who the f-ck is stevie j?

[hook: lil wayne]
don’t be lookin’ for no donations
you get d-ck, then reservations
i get p-ssy then hibernation
i start humpin’ soon as i wake up
i woke up in some new punani
he woke up bleedin’ like “who shot me?”
i kept shootin’; boo said “you got ’em”.
now, all we gotta do is get rid of the body.
but anyway i woke up in some new punani

[verse 1: lil wayne]
i was drunk as a b-tch, drunk as a b-tch
but not drunk as that b-tch
i got in that sh-t acted donkey in it
junk in her trunk, hope my trunk he can fit
then she jumped on my d-ck like a monkey and sh-t
monkey see monkey do, banana clips
shoot at them n-gg-s, no camera glitch
wax that -ss, no candle stick
and i run with some killers i eat with the mob
got some sh-t built up i keep it inside
red in my eyes, mount everest high
look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes
the tek on my thigh and my aim so good
i could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye
hold up, all bullsh-t aside
a n-gg- almost died but i’m outchea
f-ck around with a real n-gg- get murked
i been paid my dues will i get reimbursed?
love it when she make faces
p-ssy feel like vacation
eat it like i’m dyin’ of starvation
i’m at the finish line, her heart racin’
give her the view, if she caucasian
my n-gg-s wild as jumanji
you can call me an s.o.b
cause its skateboards over bugattis
i used to be at them heat games
with better seats than pat riley
don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
pop that ollie, tunechi

[verse 2: boo]
sippin’ on dumb, puffin’ a j
met her tonight, f-ck her today
you tuck her away, i’m f-ckin’ her face
wine head, she’s guzzling grapes
back shots, i’m holding her waist
freaky, i always freak…
you know tune my bro, but he ain’t tryna meet ya
just bring your friend, both of us’ll eat her
hater n-gg-s be hungry
got a hundred shots to feed ’em
her panties are down, her legs is up
we finally f-cked, she starved for months
don’t give a f-ck, still i’ll hit
never no feelings, no love for these hoes
no flowers, we’re simple, we f-cked in the rolls
no flowers, we’re simple, we f-cked in the rolls
royce – trick!
now they mad, i told they was
b-tches’ll be lying, i did the same
far from a square, don’t mistake me for lame
she’s suckin’ me off, i’m pokin’ her brain
she tell me keep goin’, i’m doin’ my thing
that p-ssy so wet, i’m calling it rain
i’m giving her hundreds, she’s keeping my change
i keep it a hundred, you do the same
most women front, but who do you blame?
i gave you d-ck, you gave me p-ssy
it’s safe to say it’s an even exchange…
b-tch!

[hook pt. 2: lil wayne]
don’t be givin’ out information
you know n-gg-s still on probation
i get higher than expectations
you know this is the dedication
i’m on that kush she on that molly
i turn that p-ssy to dasani
shout out my n-gg- luca brasi
i don’t know this ho
so i must dash, no disguises
tunechi, i had to dedication 5 it

- lil wayne

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS