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letra de original silence lyrics (ft. mack maine) - lil' wayne

[verse 1: lil wayne]
i’m so twisted…
lil tunechi in this b-tch – tell them hoes i’m ready
them n-gg-s p-ssed off, call ’em r. kelly
i’m higher than a b-tch, i smoke that keisha, frank and effy
man, all of these broads on my johnson like betsy
got a card in my pocket blacker than that n-gg- wesley
life is a b-tch? well, my b-tch is s-xy
first i’m on a jet, and then i’m on a jet ski
i make these female dogs heel like giuseppes
man, you be poppin’ sh-t, and i be poppin’ off
i’m full of alcohol like a cotton ball
i just pick ’em up and mr. g just drop ’em off
i serve these hoes – mr. volleyball
spikes on my shoes, that’s them lou-bs
i’m on my ps & qs, smokin’ qps
n-gg-, i’m chillin’ – catch a cool breeze
i’ll build a tree house if money grow on trees
f-ck with me wrong, i’ll send your head to your mama
death bed, n-gg-, where the f-ck is your pyjamas?
blood all day, period, no commas
everybody tryna watch, but i’m timeless

[hook]
dark -ss shades, i can’t see them haters
now eat these f-ckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
i don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b-tch i’m on that patron, f-ck with me wrong and get murked
got a silencer on the gun – that b-tch go “pew”
that b-tch go “pew”, that b-tch go “pew”
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pew”
got a mean -ss swagga, my b-tches do too

[verse 2: lil wayne]
b-tch i’m from new orleans, rest in peace magnolia shorty
and i come from hollygrove, that b-tch is wild as a safari
i go stupid, i go r-t-rded, the gr-ss is greener in my garden
swagger meaner than the warden – pow! pow! pow! i ain’t with arguing
leave a n-gg- leakin’, if you scared go see the deacon
got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin’
got a buncha b-tches tweakin’, to tell me all of their secrets
and if i get in that p-ssy, i’m on her walls like graffiti
you a dead pita bread, you’re a fed -ss n-gg-
i’m on my vampire, bl–dy red flag n-gg-
f-ckin’ with lil tunechi, get your head smashed n-gg-
hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash n-gg-
and it’s… party time, excellent, wayne’s world
party time, excellent, wayne’s world
tonight i’ll probly f-ck another n-gg- girl
party time, excellent, wayne’s world

[hook]

[verse 3: mack maine]
mack in this b-tch, tell them hoes i’m ’bout it
these n-gg-s sweet, a bunch of f-ckin’ brownies
the f-ck you talkin’ ’bout? i’m a g like a thousand
i’m on my one two, and b-tch i’m still countin’
you n-gg-s got problems, well i got bigger problems
my guns all black, make me bring the n-gg- out ’em
you don’t want that, homie
plus i got that pick-up on me, finger f-ck nina, she h-rny
you won’t see tomorrow morning, n-gg-
we so f-ckin’ cold, young money, money old
life is full of choices and your b-tch chose, n-gg-
i’m so hollygrove, f-ck them other n-gg-s
and if the gun’s strong i’ll paint a f-cking picture
you know what i’m on, a bag of that strong
you know where i’m going, b-tch, i’m goin’, goin’, gone!
n-gg-, holla at your boy, i don’t give a f-ck
got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you n-gg-s up

[hook]

- lil wayne

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