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Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982 in New Orleans, Louisiana), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne, is an American rapper. Formerly a member of the rap group the Hot Boys, he joined the Cash Money Records collective as a teenager. Get It How U Live, released in 1997, was Lil Wayne's first album with Hot Boys, and Tha Block is Hot, his solo debut, came out in 1999.
After gaining fame with two other albums in the early 2000s
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Other songs:
- How To Love
- Mirror (feat. Bruno Mars)
- 5 Star
- Bitches Love Me
- Blackin Out
- Blood Mary
- Blowing Up Fast
- Blunt Blowin
- Dark Side Of The Moon
- Dont Cry
- Drop The World
- Faith
- Fireworks
- Heavy Chevy
- Hercules
- Hustler Musik
- Im The One
- It Aint Me
- Knockout
- Like A Man
- Lollipop
- Love Me
- Magnolia
- Mess
- Mirror
- Mrs Officer
- Mula Gang
- Paradise
- Rich As Fuck
- Right Above It
- Selsun Blue
- Something You Forgot
- Sorry 4 The Wait
- Start A Fire
- Sucker For Pain
- Til She Lose Her Voice
- Vizine
- Without You
- Yeezy Sneackers
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[Intro]
Bm
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
[Verse 1]
Uh
Bm
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
Bm G
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Bm
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Bm G
Yeah, Stunna number block
Bm
This New Orleans milly rock
Bm G
Let 'em milly rock
Bm
Me and woe don't really rock
Bm G
Evidently not, brrrr
Bm
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
Bm G
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
Bm
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
Bm
I did a show with Ja
Bm
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bm G
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Bm G
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
Bm G
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Bm G
Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped
Bm G
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop
Bm G
The bitches' drawers gon' drop, and then the call's gon' drop
Bm
Hello?
Bm
I ball too hard, they flop, woah
Bm
And all of these bitches got ass
Bm
How did they get it so fast?
Bm
They ain't have that in the past, I still smash
Bm
In L.A. they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs
Bm G
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock
[Chorus]
Bm Bm
Hollup, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
Bm G
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
[Verse 2]
Bm
And I, fuck, these, hoes
Bm
If, I, don't, doze
Bm G
Off, on, that drank
Bm G
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Bm G
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Bm G
Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game
Bm G
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
Bm G
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Bm
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
Bm G
All of my bitches, they're new
Bm G
They got more bitches than you
Bm G
All of these hoes is gon' loose
Bm
But my bitch keep me in the loop
Bm G
She blow me like hot Campbell's soup
Bm
My woadies come out like a troop
Bm G
Innocent bystander, oops
Bm
Ain't tryin' might find out your fruits
Bm G
I'm in a pineapple coupe
Bm G
Passin' you up like juke
Bm G
Turnin' heads like a screw
Bm
Give that ho a tip
Bm
Enough to buy a whip
Bm
Give that ho some sip
Bm G
She fall asleep, I dip
Bm
I'm rich, bitch
Bm
Money, Mitch
Bm
What's in that, bag?
Bm G
14, bricks
Bm
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Bm
Used to, used to drive a Masi'
Bm
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Bm
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Bm G
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Bm G
Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
Bm G
I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
Bm G
It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
Bm G
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh
Bm
Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh
Bm G
It's the, it's the Roc, uh
Bm
Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah
Bm G
I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
Bm
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
[Verse 1]
Uh
Bm
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
Bm G
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Bm
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Bm G
Yeah, Stunna number block
Bm
This New Orleans milly rock
Bm G
Let 'em milly rock
Bm
Me and woe don't really rock
Bm G
Evidently not, brrrr
Bm
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
Bm G
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
Bm
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
Bm
I did a show with Ja
Bm
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bm G
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Bm G
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
Bm G
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Bm G
Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped
Bm G
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop
Bm G
The bitches' drawers gon' drop, and then the call's gon' drop
Bm
Hello?
Bm
I ball too hard, they flop, woah
Bm
And all of these bitches got ass
Bm
How did they get it so fast?
Bm
They ain't have that in the past, I still smash
Bm
In L.A. they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs
Bm G
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock
[Chorus]
Bm Bm
Hollup, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
Bm G
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
[Verse 2]
Bm
And I, fuck, these, hoes
Bm
If, I, don't, doze
Bm G
Off, on, that drank
Bm G
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Bm G
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Bm G
Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game
Bm G
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
Bm G
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Bm
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
Bm G
All of my bitches, they're new
Bm G
They got more bitches than you
Bm G
All of these hoes is gon' loose
Bm
But my bitch keep me in the loop
Bm G
She blow me like hot Campbell's soup
Bm
My woadies come out like a troop
Bm G
Innocent bystander, oops
Bm
Ain't tryin' might find out your fruits
Bm G
I'm in a pineapple coupe
Bm G
Passin' you up like juke
Bm G
Turnin' heads like a screw
Bm
Give that ho a tip
Bm
Enough to buy a whip
Bm
Give that ho some sip
Bm G
She fall asleep, I dip
Bm
I'm rich, bitch
Bm
Money, Mitch
Bm
What's in that, bag?
Bm G
14, bricks
Bm
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Bm
Used to, used to drive a Masi'
Bm
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Bm
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Bm G
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Bm G
Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
Bm G
I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
Bm G
It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
Bm G
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh
Bm
Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh
Bm G
It's the, it's the Roc, uh
Bm
Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah
Bm G
I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
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