Lil Wayne - Big Bad Wolf (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - Big Bad Wolf (en) Lyrics
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Keep that shit on Twitter
Y'all ain't lit, y'all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don't spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch did up
Keep my main bitch, put up
Watchin' me do push-ups
She was playin' with herself
and I looked up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin' on me, my foot up
Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion
That ain't sauce, that's puddin'
Tunechi across her bosom, damn!
Shootin' up the jurors, damn!
Don't name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin
Button, push 'em (Bam!)
Y'all just pussy, get buried together
and let 'em play footsie
Y'all just wussy
I got some bullets, gon' pull up in
hoodies and come take a look-see
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin'
up with some politicans
And some athletes and
some college niggas
Send your misses on all
kind of missions
I'm the sickest nigga skippin'
doctors visits
But my pots is pissy, smokin'
hockey sticky
Put a stockin' on my face
and hit a lick in'
When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
I don't fuck with rats,
neither Minnie, Micky
I don't fuck with cops, that's
the piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch's friends, and
they friendly-friendly
While your bitch givin' me
her twenty-twenty like she
tired of Mickey-D's
Wendy's, Denny's like
she tired of Macy's
JC Penny's, I got bitches gettin'
tired of spendin', spend it
If we winnin', win it
I know Dream Chasers that
ain't never dreamt it
So I had to tint it and
I had to rim it
And I worked the lanes
like Shaq and Penny
It's the Blood gang,
it's the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it's back to business and
we laugh at sentencin'
Hungry lawyers make a
snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starvin'
artists in the kitchen
Restaurant and cafeterias
Don't make a difference if
you taste the difference
Better pay the difference
to the racketeers
Now your good luck lookin'
like you crackin' mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That's a body count, where
the mathematician?
Where the wettest clitoris
and fattest nipples?
With an ass that jiggle
with a grab or tickle
With a throat deep enough
to land a missile
If ya nigga miss you and
he have opinions
Tell him two cents is
only half a nickel
Now we at his villa, aiming
at his pillows
Hair triggers, fingers finna
act like bristles
And I catch a triple,
flip kick jiu-jitsu
Throwin' pool parties, she
don't have a swimsuit
Neither of her friends do,
I think that's official
Got my neighbor's eyes bigger
than the Simpson's
And her man is simple
so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but
he lacked credentials
So give me a sec', I'll
go at your neck
And send you back lookin' like
the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism goin' animalistic
in a land of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats,
and chameleons
Once they dead and gone,
no paraphernalia
When she left her thong,
that's paraphernalia
Sound familiar? My plug's Sicilian
He the one who told me that sometimes
you gotta leave ya la familia
Behind the millions
Rhyme or reason
I'm the reason, got they eyes
wide but too blind to see it
With friends like those
It make me text all my enemies
and tell 'em I don't need 'em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walk around my
house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white
girl, Molly Susan
Niggas talkin' out their bowel movers
Turn they homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow
and your mom a cougar
I'm a silent shooter with
a silent shooter
Clap at you, if you don't
die, I'll boo ya
Tell a doc that's tryna to save your
life and runnin' wires through you
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
I'ma make the nurse ride
me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot it
We pull out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head
and an Oscar booty
Niggas prostitutin', these rappers
ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Not even 'bout pollution
Ain't got a house to live in,
ain't got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets,
nor a couch to lose it
In route to Houston with a contribution
full of Monster juices
Monster too slow, macho
Cujo macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the
moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a Greek freak, she
call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and
I know that you know
I'm hotter than soup, she still
swallow my soup bowl
I'm out of my loophole, you
outta the loop, though
Got all these niggas on
silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin' the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo
Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo
Pull up trigger finger,
holler, and pull up
(Pah, pah, pah)
Sound like a symphony or Opera, tudo
Hittin' some new notes
And I am the maestro
and you just a typo
Private flight, don't fly in too low
I'm wiser than you know,
a private school flow
I got me a new ho and now it's a duo
One went to college and
one went to juco
I had to ask 'em, what's four
plus two though? (Rrr!)
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