Kamis, 02 Juni 2011

Lil Wayne Feat Rick Ross - John (If I Die Today) Lyrics

Lil Wayne*
Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my my pack
I point it at you and tell it fetch
I’m f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pu**y, mouth and a**, call it triple threat
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 ? d**k in the world and ni**a I aint ? yet!
You f**k 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 ni**as with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bi**h I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest
An AK47 is my f**king 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 where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen...

Rick Ross*
Big black, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, that 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, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a ni**a sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected I got killers in Chicago

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 where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen...

Lil Wayne*
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bi**h I’m red fox
Big bee’s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, big clocks
Your f**king with a ni**a who don’t give a f**k
Empty the clip than roll a window up
Sweet, center bun
I’m in a red, she said she
200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let ya ? speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
F**k that Ni**a, f**k that ni**a
I see ya looking, what ya looking at ni**a
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday

Rick Ross*
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don’t make it come alive
Rip ya apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bi**h gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bi**h
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bi**h, 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
Ni**as gather round, I got gifts for all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f**king up
It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf**k huddle up

Lil Wayne*
I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Yeah...

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