Lil Wayne - A Milli (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - A Milli (en) Lyrics
- For real though, why they
got a bow on it?
Who is this for?
'Cause I don't
know who it's for.
Wayne, wayne, wayne, wayne.
- That's me, that's me.
- How're you feeling?
That's you!
Bangladesh
Young money
You dig
Mack, I'm going in
A millionaire, I'm a young
money millionaire
Tougher than nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your
career just 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 almighty dollar
And the almighty power of
that ch-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother,
son, daughter
Father, mother-fuck a copper
Got the maserati dancin' on
the bridge, pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers,
ha-ha-ha-ha
You can't catch him,
you can't stop him
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 her 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 mothafuckin' problem
Okay, you're a goon, but what's
a goon to a goblin?
Nothin', nothin', you ain't
scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit:
call 'em dennis 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
Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch
so when she ask
For the money when you through,
don't be surprised, bitch
And it ain't trickin'
if you got it
But you like a bitch with no
ass: you ain't got shit
Motherfucker,
I'm ill, not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch
sick, yeah, my drop sick
Yeah, my glock sick, and
my knot thick, I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
See, they say I'm rappin' like
b.i.g., Jay, and 2pac
Andre 3000, where is erykah
badu at, who that
Who that said they gon'
beat lil wayne
My name ain't bic, but I
keep that flame, man
Who that one
that do that, boy
You 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
And I'd rather be
pushin' flowers
Then to be in the
pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this
world was ours
And the bible told us
every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and
don't smell her flower
Call me mr. Carter
or mr. Lawn mower
Boy, I got so many bitches,
like I'm mike lowrey
Even gwen stefani said she
couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker, I say, life
ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe,
look like it's poutin'
I do what I do, and you do
what you can do about it
Bitch, I can 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 illy, c3, 3 peat
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