Lil Wayne - Right Above It (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - Right Above It (en) Lyrics
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Who else is really trying to
fuck with Hollywood Cole
I'm with Marley G's bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks
to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something
that you probably should know
This that Slum Dog Millionaire
Bollywood flow and uh
My real friends never hearing from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers
on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose,
I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm
not with different crews
We walk the same path, but
got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but
we got different views
I got a couple cars,
I never get to use
Don't like my women single,
I like my chicks in two's
And these days all the girls
are down to roll
I hit the strip club, and all
them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sipping, so this
shit is moving kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her
friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only
heaven is right above it
We on, it's Young Money motherfucker
If you ain't running with it,
run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show
some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some
honey in this bitch, you dig
And I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back,
because I shoot first
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes I'm in the building, you just
on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not
give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into
pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my
gang like Jessie James
Women are possessive, and
they wanna possess Wayne
I been flyin' so long I fell
asleep on the fucking plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance
in advance, amen
As the world spin and
dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just
playing in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me,
but never overlook me
I'm on a paper trail and ain't
no telling where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killer
but don't push me
I got my gun in my boo purse
How do you say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet
that bitch look better red
Limping off tour, 'cause I made
more off my second leg
Motherfuckin' Birdman
Junior, 11th Grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or
do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you
niggas in apartments
Uh, now come on be my blood donor
Flow so nice you ain't gotta
put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small
fall under that
Damn where you stumbled at? From
where they make Gumbo at
Kane got the fucking beat jumping
like a jumping jack
And you know me, I get on this
bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that
Nigga, nothing short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat
And I got my b's with me like some
honey in this bitch, you dig
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