Biografía:
Lil' Wayne
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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Em
Um, like a man
Bm
I got all this money, all these bitches, like a man
Em
I don't want the glamour nor the glitz, and like a man;
Am
I got all these goons, all these guns, all this land, all these cars, all these boobs, all these tongues,
Em
like a man
Bm
I got all these foods, all this fun, all these pools, all these tubs, all these moods,
all these drugs, all these rooms, all these rugs
Em A
The rules ain't for us, we just do's what we does
Em
From the moon to the sun, like a man
Make her pop that pussy like a Xan
Bm
I was sittin' in that cell like a pan
Em
Did it like a man, did it like a motherfuckin' man
Am
I just come from visitation, I snuck up a couple grams, hoe
Em
I be fuckin' with them champs, hoe
Bm
I be skatin', I be jumpin' off them ramps, hoe
Em
I be racing, I be dustin' all them Lambos
I'ma hit you, I'ma hit you with that wham, hoe
Em
Oh, oh man, hands in her pants but she got a old man
Bm Em
She snort a dab of coke, we don't dab
A
We gettin' money like the fuckin' Arabs
Em
The weed musty like the fuckin' Arabs
Bm
Codeine in her punch, that's a straight jab
Em
Slime like a man, I call her ass a cab
A
If her ass ain't got no ass to grab
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Em
Like a man (Heh)
Bm
Like a man (Heh)
Em
Like a man, like a man, like a motherfuckin'
A
Like a man, like a man, like a motherfuckin'
Bm
Like a man
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Bm
I got all these hoes, all these woes, like a man
I rock all these shows 'round the globe, like a man
I ride for all my bros, that's who drove
All my haters play your role, Gladiator, Russell Crowe
Em
Elevator on your floor
Hot potato on the nose of the handgun
Aiming at your dandruff, cocaine in my pants cuff
Dodging handcuffs like a ram truck
Coupe on the rims like a slam dunk
Em
She gon' catch a nut, fuck niggas catch tantrums
Bm
Boy, we went from stretch Hummers to the stretch mansions
Em
'Rari all pink like 'fuck breast cancer!'
Bm
Nigga, we done made trap houses out the Hamptons
Like a man
Em
Lil Tunechi off the wall, like Spider-Man
Bm
Promethazine, cream soda, and the Vicodin
Em
Like a man, I've been hard since a diaper then
And ever since I been on Mars, I've been buyin' land
Like a man, like a gangster, like a real one
Bm
These pussies get the dildo, I get the deal done
Em
Like a man, I hate a bitch with a lil' tongue
Em
And all this fuckin' old money make me feel young
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Em
Yeah, like a man, like a motherfuckin' man
Em
Like a man, like a, like a motherfuckin' man
Em
Like a, like a motherfuckin' man
Bm
She gon' fuck me like a, like I'm her motherfuckin' man
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Em
But the bitch got a man
Bm
Oh, put that nigga in the can
Em
Uh, but she wish I was her man and I wish she would stop playin'
And that nigga is a fan
Em
Like a man tho, that nigga is a fan tho
You need a challenge to expand, hoe
Em
Really, you can do better, I'm just sayin' tho
Uh, I'm just sayin' tho
Bm
Me and you can make Magic like Orlando
Em
You naked in my bando, on my piano
I put it in your asshole, you go Soprano
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Em
Like a man, we some motherfuckin' assholes
Bm
Make her back that ass up and then I backstroke
Em
I'm screamin' money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes
Em
These lil' niggas washed up, they need some bathrobes
Em
We the niggas, I'll stop if we in smash mode
Bm
These lil' niggas washed up I'm on my last load
Em
We just take the guns up and press fast forward
E D
Got them bricks, like I'm shootin' it from half court
Em
Leave a nigga brains all over the dashboard
Bm
Leave a nigga brains all over the dance floor
Em
We in private planes, all in different airports
A
I'm about to treat a pussy like a crash course
Em
I'm so fly, I feel like I'm with the air force
Bm
I can't lie, I don't like her if her hair's short
Em
Like a man, like a motherfuckin' man, no
Em
Young Money squad up and I'm the man, hoe
Tunechi
Em
Um, like a man
Bm
I got all this money, all these bitches, like a man
Em
I don't want the glamour nor the glitz, and like a man;
Am
I got all these goons, all these guns, all this land, all these cars, all these boobs, all these tongues,
Em
like a man
Bm
I got all these foods, all this fun, all these pools, all these tubs, all these moods,
all these drugs, all these rooms, all these rugs
Em A
The rules ain't for us, we just do's what we does
Em
From the moon to the sun, like a man
Make her pop that pussy like a Xan
Bm
I was sittin' in that cell like a pan
Em
Did it like a man, did it like a motherfuckin' man
Am
I just come from visitation, I snuck up a couple grams, hoe
Em
I be fuckin' with them champs, hoe
Bm
I be skatin', I be jumpin' off them ramps, hoe
Em
I be racing, I be dustin' all them Lambos
I'ma hit you, I'ma hit you with that wham, hoe
Em
Oh, oh man, hands in her pants but she got a old man
Bm Em
She snort a dab of coke, we don't dab
A
We gettin' money like the fuckin' Arabs
Em
The weed musty like the fuckin' Arabs
Bm
Codeine in her punch, that's a straight jab
Em
Slime like a man, I call her ass a cab
A
If her ass ain't got no ass to grab
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Em
Like a man (Heh)
Bm
Like a man (Heh)
Em
Like a man, like a man, like a motherfuckin'
A
Like a man, like a man, like a motherfuckin'
Bm
Like a man
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Bm
I got all these hoes, all these woes, like a man
I rock all these shows 'round the globe, like a man
I ride for all my bros, that's who drove
All my haters play your role, Gladiator, Russell Crowe
Em
Elevator on your floor
Hot potato on the nose of the handgun
Aiming at your dandruff, cocaine in my pants cuff
Dodging handcuffs like a ram truck
Coupe on the rims like a slam dunk
Em
She gon' catch a nut, fuck niggas catch tantrums
Bm
Boy, we went from stretch Hummers to the stretch mansions
Em
'Rari all pink like 'fuck breast cancer!'
Bm
Nigga, we done made trap houses out the Hamptons
Like a man
Em
Lil Tunechi off the wall, like Spider-Man
Bm
Promethazine, cream soda, and the Vicodin
Em
Like a man, I've been hard since a diaper then
And ever since I been on Mars, I've been buyin' land
Like a man, like a gangster, like a real one
Bm
These pussies get the dildo, I get the deal done
Em
Like a man, I hate a bitch with a lil' tongue
Em
And all this fuckin' old money make me feel young
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Em
Yeah, like a man, like a motherfuckin' man
Em
Like a man, like a, like a motherfuckin' man
Em
Like a, like a motherfuckin' man
Bm
She gon' fuck me like a, like I'm her motherfuckin' man
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Em
But the bitch got a man
Bm
Oh, put that nigga in the can
Em
Uh, but she wish I was her man and I wish she would stop playin'
And that nigga is a fan
Em
Like a man tho, that nigga is a fan tho
You need a challenge to expand, hoe
Em
Really, you can do better, I'm just sayin' tho
Uh, I'm just sayin' tho
Bm
Me and you can make Magic like Orlando
Em
You naked in my bando, on my piano
I put it in your asshole, you go Soprano
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Em
Like a man, we some motherfuckin' assholes
Bm
Make her back that ass up and then I backstroke
Em
I'm screamin' money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes
Em
These lil' niggas washed up, they need some bathrobes
Em
We the niggas, I'll stop if we in smash mode
Bm
These lil' niggas washed up I'm on my last load
Em
We just take the guns up and press fast forward
E D
Got them bricks, like I'm shootin' it from half court
Em
Leave a nigga brains all over the dashboard
Bm
Leave a nigga brains all over the dance floor
Em
We in private planes, all in different airports
A
I'm about to treat a pussy like a crash course
Em
I'm so fly, I feel like I'm with the air force
Bm
I can't lie, I don't like her if her hair's short
Em
Like a man, like a motherfuckin' man, no
Em
Young Money squad up and I'm the man, hoe
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