Lil Wayne - Banned From NO (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - Banned From NO (en) Lyrics
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Carter VI
Ayo, the cocaine whiter,
the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter,
the close-range sniper
The dope-game lifer, her
throat game nicer
The propane lighter, money
old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got
it out the mud, I cleaned up
I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch,
I'm inked up, don't blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut,
she eat dick, I bring lunch
Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck
her 'til she scream, "Cut"
Woah now, one shot, knock
his door down
Silencer on, no sound, catch him
with his nose down and wipe it
This game is a bitch, you gotta
price it 'fore you wife it
Nothin' gettin' between me and
the team, not even a hyphen
You a dead man walkin',
it's a madman talkin'
Leave his body in the garbage,
left the trash man nauseous
Eatin' on these streets like
a fat man starvin'
And the semi go brrt like I pressed
fast-forward, motherfucker
Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI
I been outchea turnin'
crumbs to bricks
I been outchea turnin' crumbs
to bricks, nigga
I turned my sons to rich niggas
I turned them ones to six figures
My daughter turned away
all them bitch niggas
Ferrari license plate 666, nigga
Two ways into the hood, one train
I be smokin' chronic like
straight to the brain
Ayo, let's get loose, Hennessy
straight with tomato juice
Queen stallions, buy guns
from the Italians
Now y'all niggas recognize medallions
Come to your hood, OT
with Tim Westwood
Used to be on Section 8,
now my section is good
Thugged out, nigga, we eat
as much as we could
And we don't give a fuck, boy,
you could play my shit
I don't give a fuck, boy,
you could save your shit
Y'all niggas like extra
skin on my dick
Ferrari license plate read "666"
I'm the dope-game lifer,
her throat game nicer
Propane lighter, money old like Biden
Fuck
Dance, dance, dance
666
I'm blinged up, shirt off, I'm
inked up, don't blink once
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