Lil Wayne - Alone In The Studio With My Gun (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - Alone In The Studio With My Gun (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, I'm alone in the
studio with my blick
I was shootin' for the
stars, damn, I'm hit
Pharmaceuticals in the
mornin', I'm not sick
I'm in the booth behind my bars,
I'm locked in (Pew-pew)
I'm alone in the studio
with my weaponry
I got guns all over me,
they so affectionate
Told Machine Gun I'ma need
one with a melody
He sent the shit, I killed the shit
and sent him back a skeleton
This a body in the tune,
bitch, I'm an elephant
Never been heavenly until
the sky fеll on me
I got more guns on the
walls than guitars
Got morе beats in my
head than my heart
Smokin' hay in the middle of the barn
All gold bullets, give
'em out like awards
Big daddy automatic with the beam
Nina talk too much, she gon'
need an extra magazine
Private session, me and Smith & Wesson
In the soundproof booth, they
need bulletproof vests,
bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
Yeah, I'm alone in the stu'
with my blatt, yeah
.223, .45, do the math
I'm alone at the top of this rap
Blap, askin' where his heart
at in his lap, no bap
I'm alone in the studio with my gun
I'm alone, I ran away everyone
Ask me where my heart is, I have none
We have smoke, then I put
it in my lungs, yeah
I'm alone, I can't fuck with no one
Sniper Gang Kodak, Shotgun Kelly, ho
Weezy F. Baby, the F whatever you
want it to fuckin' stand for
Leave it up to me to turn
the studio to a bando
Pluckin' on her G string, playin'
with that pussy like a banjo
In the booth, took too much boof, I'm
probably finna start hallucinatin'
Pressin' record, runnin' back
and forth 'cause there
ain't no engineer today
I'm not the zaza type of guy, but
I get high off Tunechi, bae
Hey, Reginae, I'm gettin' Lucci back,
I ain't stupid, what? I'm crazy
Rockstar lifestyle, might
not make it, gotta have my
fire for each occasion
Like my jambalaya Cajun, they don't
like me 'cause I'm Haitian
Ran up a check, ran out of patience,
it's just me, my fire now
I don't even love my grandma
lately, yeah, about my
funds, I'm raisin' hell
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