Lil' Wayne Ask Them Hoes Lyrics

Yea
My type of shit
See!!
When i do what i do i do it
I said when i do what i do i do it
Dat right

[verse 1:]
See she all on my dick cause i make alot of money,
But i unno why cause she gets none,
(bring it back)...all on my dick cause i make alot of money
But i unno why cause she gets none from me
She only get dick way down in her tummy,
N she tell all of her friends now her friends wanna,
(bring it back)...only get dick way down in her tummy,
And she tell all of her friends now her friends wanna f**k me
Im lookin in the mirror and i see a dollar sign
I had a cat scan and i had money on my mind
I tell a bitch go and get my name on ya spine
So i can fell good when im hitting it from behind
Im crack rock fresh baby im that boy
Yea put me in a pot and
Watch i come back hard
Yea put me on that block
And watch i come back rich
Now she done put me in that pussy
She aint came back since

[chorus:]
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem hoes,
Ask dem hoes about me, ask dem hoes,
Uh huh yea ask dem hoes,
Ask dem hoes about me

[hook:]
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes

[verse 2:]
Hat to the side
Rims on the ride
It cant fit in my pocket and i dont have,
(hold up)...hat to the side
Rims on the ride
It cant fit in my pocket and i dont have to cock
It scarface bitch cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffin like dem hoes bout to (hold up)...
Scarface bitch cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffin like dem hoes bout to cry
Ms myspace dont blow my high
I download hard dick to your hard drive
Den she got on her knees thats when we locked eyes
She caught it like it was a routine popped fly
Im dope boy fresh new jeans new everything

Dem bitches want me like a wedding ring
I told her dat im married to the money
Committed to the cash all i see is pussy, titties, and the ass

[chorus:]
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem hoes,
What to do
Ask dem hoes about me,
Ask dem hoes, uh huh yea ask dem hoes
What to do
Ask dem hoes about me

[hook:]
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes

[verse 3:]
Call me weezy f. bitch im straight
From the street the dope game is sour
And the dope is sweet i live in the tower
Got a scope on the heat
Hit you from 100 feet
We dont even have to meet
Ya bitch love me we dont even have to meet
But if i run into her believe me i will (hold on)...
Ya bitch love me we dont even have to meet
But if i run into her believe me i will do her
And if that bitch bitch is crazy
Believe me i will sue her
Got some hungry ass lawyers
That would eat her up and chew her
I dont know why you love her
I wish i never knew her
She only give me brain
She was just another tutor
She blow my whole band
I was just another tuba
Now get off my dick
And get lost in aruba
Its money over bitches
Cash money over bitches
Young money over bitches
Get money from them bitches
I do!

[chorus:]
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem,
Ask dem hoes about me, ask dem hoes,
Uh huh yea ask dem hoes, ask dem
Hoes about me

[hook:]
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes...

Lil' Wayne Ask Dem Hoes Lyrics

See she all on my dick cause i make
alot of money, but i unno why cause
gets nothing, bring it back...all on my dick cause i make alot of money, but i unno why cause she gets nothing from me she only get dick way down in her tummy, n she tell all of her friends now her friends wanna, bring it back...only get dick way
down in her tummy, and she tell all of her friends now her friends wanna f**k me im lookin in the mirror and i see a dollar sign i had a cat scan and i had money on my mind i tell a bitch go and get my name on ya spin so i can fell good when im hitting it from
behind im crack rock fresh baby im
that boy yea put me in a pot and
watch i come back hard yea put me
on that block and watch i come back rich now she done put me in that pussy she aint come back since


ask dem hoes, yea ask dem, ask
dem hoes about me, ask dem hoes,
uh huh yea ask dem hoes, ask dem
hoes about me

ima beast, ask dem hoes
ima dog, ask dem hoes
ima beast, ask dem hoes
ima dog, ask dem hoes
bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes


hat to the side rims on the ride it cant fit in my pocket and i dont have, hold up...hat to the side rims on the ride it cant fit in my pocket and i dont have to cock it scarface bitch cocaine by
the pie got them hoes snifin like dem hoes about to hold up...scarface bitch cocaine by the pie got them hoes snifin like dem hoes about to cry ms myspace dont blow my high i download hard dick to your hard drive den she got on her knees and soon we locked eyes she caught it like it was a routine pop fly im dope boy fresh new jeans new everything dem
bitches want me like a wedding ring i told her dat im married to the money committed to the cash all i see is pussy, titties, and the ass



ask dem hoes, yea ask dem, what
to do ask dem hoes about me, ask
dem hoes, uh huh yea ask dem
hoes, what they do ask dem hoes
about me

ima beast, ask dem hoes
ima dog, ask dem hoes
ima beast, ask dem hoes
ima dog, ask dem hoes
bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes


call me Wezzy F. bitch im straight
from the street dope game is sour
and the dope is sweet i live in the tower got a scope on the heat hit you from 100 feet we dont even have to meet ya bitch love me we dont even have to meet but if i run into her believe me i will hold on...ya bitch love me we dont even have to meet but if i run into her believe me i will do her and if that bitch bitch is crazy believe i will sue her got some hungry ass lawyers that would eat her up and chew her i dont know why you love her i wish i never knew her she only give me brain she was just another tutor she blow my whole band i was just another tuba now get off my dick and get lost in aruba its money over bitches cash money over bitches young money over bitches
get money from them bitches
I Do!


ask dem hoes, yea ask dem, ask
dem hoes about me, ask dem hoes,
uh huh yea ask dem hoes, ask dem
hoes about me

ima beast, ask dem hoes
ima dog, ask dem hoes....

Lil' Wayne Army Guns Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game

[Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm out 'chea you niggaz done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them niggaz won't touch not a part of me bet on it
Them niggaz belong in a sorority ain't that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop f**kin' wit' them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera
You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come got a gun never caught without one
Niggaz wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And I'm here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'ma need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because...

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
Niggaz ain't f**kin' wit' the boy them niggaz softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy yes I walk wit' the maggy

I tell him park in a alley and leave 'em parked in the alley
Niggaz talkin' about me but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong
'Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul
Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit' them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga
Why? Because...

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Thirty shots in the clip niggaz let's trip
Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list
These niggaz 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'ma take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole niggaz seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them niggaz hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit' any O Forty-Fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a nigga have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because...

Lil' Wayne Apologize (remix) Lyrics

[One Republic:]
I'm holdin' on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearin' what your sayin'
But I just can't make a soundd
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me downn
But waaiiitt;
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn aroundd
And sayyy

[Lil' Wayne]
Okay, I'm talkin' about a
Good girl, gone bad
Crooked world, wrong path
Right Mom, wrong Dad
I sing this song mad, but not mad enough to shoot you
But it just eats me up, like some bbq from Luther's
In the mornin' with the roosters
On the corner with the boosters
And she's the freshcut and they're on her like sutures
And I wanna talk to her
But her Mama has to school her
I wanna see her better
She's the weather of my future
I don't wanna see another hurricane
Baby you can kill the pain
If you just let me explain
Trust me I know what I'm sayin'
You will end up on the track of an oncoming train
Stuck in the passenger seat
Travlin' through the fast lane

[Bun B]
Well once upon a time, there was a Mom and a Dad

Who on the outside had everything people wished they had
A beautiful daughter, two story house, two car garage
And a white picket fence wrapped around the front yard
See Daddy was a doctor
And Mommy was a banker
Mommy's job got outsourced
So now Mommy's dranker
Daddy had a malpractice suit
Now he's a snorter
And all this shit's takin' place
Right in front of their daughter
She says, “Daddy what's wrong?”
But he's just too high
“Mommy what we gon' do?”
She just get drunk and cry
Caught in the middle of two wrongs, tryin' to do right
Lookin' for answers alone in the darkness of night
They say...

[One Republic w/ Outro:]
I'm holdin' on your rope
Got me ten feet off the groundd
And I'm hearin' what your sayin
But I just can't make a soundd
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me downnn,
But waaiiitt
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn arooound
And sayyy

That it's too latee to apologizee
It's too lateee
I said it's too latee to apologizee
It's too lateee

Lil' Wayne Ant Nothing You Can Do Lyrics

(2x)
They Call Slow Down And Bird
Better Get From Me,
Better Stay From Me
'cause Ain't Nothing you Can Do

(Young Fresh)
You Better Stay From A Nigga Like Me,
I'll Cut You So Fast It's Like A Hobby.

They Call Me Young Fresh Fresh To Death,
'cause What Ever I Do I Do It The Best.
It's Me And Boyz Who Seven Deep,
Will F**k You Up We Don't Need No Heat.
Just Look What We Did With This Beat,
Just Look What We Did With This Beat.
'cause It's The Origenal Nigga This Way,
Half Of Yea Nigga Lucky Yea See Another Day.

Lil' Wayne Always Strapped Lyrics

Lil Wayne:
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin’ me u know im muggin’ back niggaz be muggin’ me u know im muggin’ back
(yezziirr)
Check me out look
26 inches bitch 'im sittin’ croocked. Old school chevy’ faster den a silver bullet. Strawberry paint seats vanilla puddin’ 2 bitches callin eachother pussy. Top chopped sent da car to a barbershop. My driveway looks somethin’ like a parkin’ lot. Im so unorthodox I got your bitch ridin’ my dick wit no shox.
(Bounce bitch bounce bounce)
Im the hottest shit jumping out the coffe pot man im just tryin’ to get my spot like a polka dot. Lil’ cush make my eyes and my shoulders drop, lil syrup and I can make the soda pop, keep talkin n I can make my soldiers pop, real niggaz ridin’ wit me till the motor’ stop, I got these hoes straight livin’ out the soap op. I got a couple like a coat on. (ok)

(chorus)
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin’ me u know im muggin’ back niggaz be muggin’ me u know im muggin’ back

Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid bitches be lovin’ me they know I love em’ back bitches be lovin’ me they know I love em’ back

Birdman:
Put the K in the car while we ridin’ blazed, put the chop n the pussy in the driveway. Bet the house on the youngen n we got paid. Triple colors on the bikes n the new mercedes’. Bustin keys on they ass while we got paid. But my tens ridein’ hot to an open bay, uptown made man out the hard way crap in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way.
(like father like son)
Ball till’ ya fall stuntin wit them paper plates, throw hundreds on them hoes while we eatin stakes. We in the club poppin’ bottles like ‘erday. We grind for the shine nigga getting’ big money. Got a fleet tossin’ chicken nigga get cake, im on his island with this power like scarface. Im in the impala dropped top chawwnky ice man birdman rockin’ red monkeys

(chorus)
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin’ me u know im muggin’ back niggaz be muggin’ me u know im muggin’ back
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid bitches be lovin’ me they know I love em’ back bitches be lovin’ me they know I love em’ back

Lil' Wayne Alphabet Bitches Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Well the A is for Ashley
she always ask for me to take it out her pussy
put it right in her ass and the
B is for Brittany she right in the class
she be hatin on Ashley 'cause she tight in the ass
The C is for Christina want me to big screen her
the way she dick dish should be a misdameanor so if you seen her
I been searchin but cant find her
ever since i been wit Diamond wit Diamonds in her vagina
And the E is for ever elegant Ericka
sweet red bitch
we used to call her Miss America
I aint gon lie now Ericka is a dog
but to the that magnolia nigga she done f**ked em all, (Slim!)
Speakin of slim, the f is for Fat,
a real skinny hoe so you know
why they call her that
And the G for gabriel , you can call her Gabby
but all my homeboys seem to call her nasty (man)

[Chorus:]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches

I get bitches (say what)
I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say huh)
I get bitches
You got (oh)
You got (oh)
You got (oh)
You got

[Verse 2:]
H is for my H-town homegirl Heather
Head haze, purple pussy pills with afta
My mami's dedicated aw, she neva tell me no
the most she say is not yea and then uh
I is for Isis mami a pisces,
she f**k rappers for free, but hit them actors wit prices
they always pay 'cause her body the nicest
but I hit that everyday back when I had the wife I
J for Joanessa kinda sexy wit light eyes
she didnt make the band but she still doin quite fine
The K for Kia
I hate that bitch
because she super f**kin fine
but she cant take that dick
And then the L is for LaKia

that's Kia's twin
night and day everytime we f**k I fall right in
and the M is for Maria, Madia, Madieah
she hangs out wit NeCole whose f**kin Olivia

[Chorus:]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches

I get bitches (say what)
I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say huh)
I get bitches
You got (oh)
You got (oh)
You got (oh)
You got

Verse 3:]
P for Paulina she go all night
If I dont f**k her once a week she prolly go on strike and the Q
is for Queen 'cause she is my Queen
but she cant ride it like Ranada but her body is mean and the
S is for Shayna a sucker in bed
she take advantage of the fact that Im a sucker for head
and the T is for Tara too much Mascara
tone down on the blush like you tryna scare her
U for Ursula she wit Vicky
they both come over and work out wit me
the W for Wanda she kinda remind ya
of that game streetfighter hands like Ehonda.
The Y for Yvette she get wetter than most
She always try to get high but I just let her get low.
And last but not least the Z goes to Zara
She gets high off Zimphandale and masterbates to The Carter.

[Chorus:]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches

I get bitches (say what)
I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say huh)
I get bitches
You got (oh)
You got (oh)
You got (oh)
You got

Lil' Wayne All Alone Lyrics

I Wake Up In The Morning Take A Knee And Thank God,
Then Go To The Mirror Look Myself In The Eyes
Today I Didn't Wake Up With A Woman On My Side,
Yesterday, I Didn't Wake Up With A Woman On My Side
Neither The Days Before That Nor Before That
I Just Remembered The Moments, Call Me Kodak
In All That I Do Miss You But its your denial
That I Must Hold Against You
Since You Been Gone I Have Been All Alone
But Alone Is Steriod 'cause It Makes Me Strong.
Girl, Her Gone In The Wind,
You Cheated On Godson Baby Girl That's A Sin
But I Forgive You, But I Can't Give You
Another Chance Ma, You Are In My Rearview
And I Put That Ring On Your Finger, I Was All In
But Now It's Just A Symbol Of What Could Have Been

Goddamn; I Know Am By Myself, But

Damn, She Left Me All By Myself, But

Yo!



I Love My Niggaz, No Homo
I Swear I Hope They All Get Cheese Like D'journo
It's Something About The Hot Boyz That You Don't Know
I Got A Lot Of Love For Them That I Don't Show
And B.G. Been My N**** Since The Front Door
I Hope Choppa City Records Blow.. Fa Sho
And Me And Juve Never Really Got Along
But You Still Would Let Your N***A Come Get On Your Hottest Song

Damn I F**k With You For That
I F**k With You Lil One
And Me And Skip Go Back
And When You See A Really Nigga
You Got Tip Your Hat
And Since Am A Real Nigga
So I Do Just That

I Had My Own Lawyer Workin' On Turk's Case
After I Heard Him Dissin Me On The Mixtape
'cause He's Locked Up And I'm Free
He Got A Lot More To Worry About Than Me
I Aint Tripping

Lil' Wayne Ain't That a Bitch Lyrics

Hey Hey Hey!

[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch!

And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthaf**kin mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!

[Verse One]
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless
Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggaz can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior
I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand
And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin

[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch

[Verse Two]
Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand
And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss
They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss
But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga
Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a f**k boy. F**k Boy!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I'm a muthaf**kin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya f**kin chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we
got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!

[Chorus - 2X]

Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhf**kin neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...

Lil' Wayne Act A Ass Lyrics

[Intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it

Verse 1: Lil Wayne

You know them hoes love Weezy
Sticky, pimp small, long hair, big dick
Weezy bring to y'all
Don't y'all lip quit
Put your lips on this dick
Let me get on some livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be f**kin' the squad
I ain't got no loves for broads
I ducks and dodge
I grab 'em, on they butts and all
She f**ks my dog
Slut sucks nuts and all
And nothin' small
This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall
Call my hoes to get salami, 'cause they brush the balls
Let Weezy bust they jaws
Never have no picks and chooses
'cause I hits and lose 'em
And go to the hotel and switch for ruggy
Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl ta duck wit me
I'm so gangsta pussy chick don't wanna f**k wit me

Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.

[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

[B.G.]
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, start all over again
And work your jumpin'

[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

Verse 2: B.G.

That's right, act a fool bitch
Do what you do hoe
After I finish don't get up gotta let Weezy go
You get your props your pussy fire, girl you a pro
So when I'm speakin' I'm creepin' and come get some mo'
You better recognize, you better realize
This is the nigga Geezy, I ain't nothin' nice
Love when you reach out grab, stuff it straight your mouth
Start suck it 'til that middle come out
Ride me (ride me), put that dick inside you (inside you)
After that wiggle your ass and make that juice move
I'ma donkey (donkey), better yet a veteran (veteran)
At the same time I can f**k you and your best friend
The Number 1 Stunna, Baby you wit me

Bump in my head never let a bitch play me
Always get the tec nigga f**k 'em all
Wrap a chain 'round ya neck and walk it like a dog

Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.

[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

[B.G.]
A c'mon, Tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, and show me somethin'
Put that dick down bitch, start f**kin'
And do your jumpin'

[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

Verse 3: Lil Wayne

See now when Lil Wayne put that dick down
Biznites can't even walk or even sit down
Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now
That Rum got me feelin' real good
The dick hard like real wood
I put it in slow and work it real good
This Lil nigga have a lot a sex
So do me slow, get out the Prada dress
Come when you wanted to like private jets
I'm on blast ma', why you take it slower than its fast time
Flip ya back over, make that ass right
Weezy make ya suck it then taste
That's how the pimp play
Make her friend eat me in this bitch up like shrimp plates
Bounce it in and put a rollin' on A.I. fish black
I got 2 more 'nites is you wit that
F**k it let's go, when we pop out Lil Moe
Drop the top part of the 'Dro
Later on I'm touchin' the throat, bare wit it
Where them hot girls that like that nasty shit
Make'em act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it

Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.

[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

[B.G.]
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, then start f**kin'
And do your jumpin'

[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

(*Repeat 'til end*)

Lil' Wayne 500 Degreez Lyrics

[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie
Fre Fresh Err Fresh
Fre Fresh Err Fresh
Fre Fresh Err Fresh
Fre Fresh Err Fresh

Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, yea
Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard

[Lil Wayne talking]
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want yall out there to do for me is say this

[Hook]
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my 'cause that's my

[Lil Wayne]
Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy, bustin a tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
'cause the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That aint even a muthaf**kin aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimpin
18 how I'm livin young'n show that Bentley
Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit me

[Hook]
[Repeat X2]

[Lil Wayne]

And I move like the Coupe thru traffic
Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent
Ya bitch present wit the music blastin
And she keep askin how it shoot if its plastic
I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back and cut the Carter back
up, oh fa sho
Ay Big Mike they betta step thangs its already up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking, shut up
And I aint just begun, I been runnin my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony bitch
Pair a phony tits, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go

[Lil Wayne talking]
Hold on let me hit the blunt
So go, so go
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the Carter

[Hook X1]

[Lil Wayne]
Birdman put them niggas in a trash can
Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lightin up the hash and ridin in my jag
You will need a gas mask man
Use it, stop hidin in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo ass
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
While the homie here tryna get paid in advance
I'm stayin on my grizzy I'ma bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit me then I'm goin find your mother
Niggas wanna eat 'cause they aint ate nothin
But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone, leavin out
Leavin behind just residue and bones
and your residents with Rugers to your dome
Like where the f**k you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke

This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
This is the Carter

[Hook X1]

Go DJ, DJ, DJ

Lil' Wayne 1000 Degree's Lyrics

[Intro:]
Tha Hottest Nikka Under Tha Sun
Ain't Nobodi F**kin' Wit Me Mayn
Ha!!
Ay-Ay-Ay-Aye, You Alreadi Know Dat Pimpin'
Ca$h-Money Records Where Dreams Come True
F**k Up My Dreams!!!--Somebodi Gon' Die Tonite
Ay-Ay-Ay-Aye, You Alreadi Know Dat Pimpin'
Aye, It's Ca$h-Money Records, man a lawless gang

[Verse 1:]
Un-F**kin'-Believable, Lil' Wayne's Tha President
F**k 'em F**k 'em F**k 'em, Even If They selibant
I Know Tha Game Is Crazi, It's Mo' Crazi Then It's

Ever Been
I'm Married To Dat Crazi Bitch, Call Me Kevin

Federline
It's Obvious Dat He'll Be Ca$h-Money To Tha Death Of

Him
Tha Ground Shall Break When They Burry Him, Burry Him?
I Know One Day They Gotta Burry Him
But I Lock My Casket Tight Baby, So I Don't Let Tha

Devil In
Nikka It's Just Me And My Guitar
Yeah Bitch I'm Heavy Medalin
You Can Get Tha F**kin' +Led Zepelin+
Nikkas Is Bitches, Bitches I Think They
Full Of Estrigen And We Hold Court
N Take your Life Fo a Settlement
Yes I'm Tha Best, And No I Ain't Positive--I'm

Definite
I Know Tha Game Like I'm Reffin' It
This Is Tha Carter--Tha Carter Iii, Tha New Testiments
And I'm A God, And This Is What I Bless em' wit
Bitch
I'm Me!
I'm Me!
I'm Me!
I'm Me!
Baby, I'm Me!
So, Who You?!
You Not Me!
You Not Me!
And I Know Dat Ain't Fair
But I Don't Care, Im'a Mothaphuckin' Ca$h-Money

Millionaire
I Know Dat Ain't Fair
But I Don't Care, Im'a Mothaphuckin' Ca$h-Money

Millionaire

[Verse 2:]
Junior!!
Prrrrrrrrrr (Doin' Tha Byrdcall)
It's Ca$h-Money Over Everythang
It's In My Blood I Feel It Runnin in Every Vein
I'm From Tha Mudd, I Am A Missile Like A Scud
Wha's Realli Good, I'm 'bout Dat Rukus Like Fud
And I Stay On My Flow, Ca$h-Money Like A Rug
Tide To the F**kin Birdman Like A Lung
And Dear Mista Ronald Williams, To You
I Shall Fo'ever Give Thanks Like A Pillgrim
Ca$h-Money Million, Air To Da Throne
Goin' At They Heads Like A Hair In A Comb
Sittin' By Tha Window, I Just Stare At Tha Stove
[1000 Degree's lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

Though I Might Get Through It Like A Hair In A Comb
Young Money Over Bitches
My Nikka Trust My Senses
And I Will Take A Dare As the Lord Is My Witness
And You all have Witnessed, But I Am Not Finished
So Keep Ya Mouf Closed, And Let your Eyes Listin
(Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...)
Bitch, I'm Me!
I'm Me
I'm Me!
Baby, I'm Me!!
So, Who You?!
You Not Me!
You Not Me!
And I Know Dat Ain't Fair
But I Don't Care, Im'a Mothaphuckin' Ca$h-Money

Millionaire
I Know Dat Ain't Fair
But I Don't Care, Im'a Still A Mothaphuckin'

Ca$h-Money Millionaire
Bitch

[Verse 3:]
Last Year They Had The Grammy's And Left Me In Miami
Sleepin' On A Nikka Like I'm Rappin In My 'jammies
I'm Rappin' When You Sleep, I Was Rappin' When You
Were In Jammies Mel Gibson Flow Leathal Weapon , Book

'em Danny
Im'a Monsta I Tell You, Monsta Wayne
I have Just swallowed Tha Key to Tha House Of Pain Now
I'm Stuck Here To Deal Wit Tha House's Pain
F**k Wit Me, I Will Peel Like Tha House's Paint
Lets Go Niggas Dont Wanna See Me
Cause My Better Than Bo
The Only Time I Will Depend Is When
Im Seventy Years Old Thats When I Cant
Hold My Shit With-in So I Shit On My Self
Cuz Im So Sick And Tired Of Shitin On Everybody Else
Im Tryin To Tell Ya Like Im Sayin Sumthin Im From Da
Dirty Like Da Bottom Of My Pants Cuff
And aint Nuttin Gone Stop Me So Just Envy It
Hey Ill Accept A Friendly Quit
(Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...)
Im Me
Im Me
Bitch Im Me
Baby Im Me
So Who You
F**k You
Your Not Me
And I Kno That Aint Fair But I Dont Care Im A

Mothaphuckin' Ca$h-Money Millionaire
I Kno That Aint Fair But I Dont Care I Am A

Mothaphuckin' Ca$h-Money Millionaire
Bitch
Tha Hottest Nikka Under Tha Sun
Ain't Nobodi F**kin' Wit Me Mayn
Ay-Ay-Ay-Aye, You Alreadi Know Dat Pimpin'
Ca$h-Money Records Where Dreams Come True
F**k Up My Dreams!!!--Somebodi Gon' Die Tonite
Ay-Ay-Ay-Aye, You Alreadi Know Dat Pimpin'
Aye, It's Ca$h-Money Records, Mayne A Lawless Game

Lil' Wayne Need Some Quiet Lyrics

[Chorus]
Mama you wine fine
Mama you... mama you..
Mama... mama you wine fine
We need some quiet time [x3]
Mama you wine fine
Mama you wine fine
And on the hush hush, we need some quiet time

[Lil Wayne]
I get, I get
I, I, I get so deep in that pussy, I touch the back of your soul
You gotta man, I bet I can make you pack up and roll
Yea, let's ride like we attached to the road
And if we on the same track, I hope we crash and explode
Yea, where do the passionate go
I beat it up forever, girl I'll take a national oath
Nobody know what goes on the latch on the door
And if you throw it to me baby, I will catch it and score
Yea, yea
I beat that, I be right when she call me, she got that shit I just can't avoid
She so addictive and she know that I do anything that she tell me
I am her personal sex toy
And then, I pop the bottle of that cris
I had a glass, she had a glass, I had a glass, she had a glass, again
Ya know, then she was ready got to it
One time, two times, hit me up and I take that ass again
And I told her

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
I see ya walkin like the cameras on ya, I love ya backshots
I'm like a crackhead, and you got your crack out
See, we got chemistry baby, we like cat and mouse
You blow my brains out, I blow ya back out
Now what is that about
You got me sweatin you so hard, I'm bout to pass out

And we could do it on the beach, in the grass house
Say, we could do it on the beach, in my glass house
Uh huh
I know what I'm doin, I'm on it until the mornin
Hop on it until it's foamin, I bone it better than homie
I want it better than homie, come get on this pony
I put my name on it, I own it
That's right
Pin ya to the wall, give ya couple of back bites
Give ya couple of thigh bites, then here comes the highlight
I could make ya act rrright
Take a ten minute break, then get back right
And then I told her

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Yea, I told her
Ya mama gotta be a model, or somethin
And if you was a wine bottle, I'm drunk
She dance on me like it's just us girl
You could make a nigga pay ya rent for 6 months
Shhhi, I ain't lyin girl
I could make ya little pussy start cryin girl
You won't fire girl
You know the fireman could put out the fire girl
Are those applebottom jeans ya wearin?
She said these is Donna Karen
So tight, she can't even let air in
Man I swear I saw a blind man starin
No lie, and I hope she take her clothes off
So we can do it, 'til we doze off
We fall asleep with our clothes off
When we wake up, we pick up where we left off
And then I tell her

[Chorus]