Lollipop

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Ow... Uh Huh...
Young Mula Baby
I say he so sweet
Make her wanna lick the rapper
So I let her lick the rapper

She she lick me
Like a lollipop
She she lick me
Like a lollipop
She she lick
Like a lollipop
She lick
Me Like a lollipop

[Chorus: Static Major + Lil Wayne]
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I'd like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps
[x2]

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Come On
Okay
Lil mama had a swag like mine
She even wear her hair
Down her back like mine
I make her feel right
When its wrong like lyin'
Man
She ain't never had a love like mine
Man
I ain't never seen an xxx like hers
That xxxxx in my mouth
Had me at a loss for words
Told her to back it up
Like berp berp
And I made that xxx jump
Like jerp jerp
And thats when she

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Sh-Sh-She lick me
Like a lollipop
Sh-Sh-She lick me
Like a lollipop
Sh-Sh-She lick me
Like a lollipop
Sh-Sh-She lick me
Like a lollipop

[Chorus: Static Major + Lil Wayne]
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I'd like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps
[x2]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Okay
After you back it up
Then stop
Drop It shawty
Drop It
Drop it like its hot
Drop it like its hot
Do do do it shawty
Don't stop
Shawty said the nigga that she with
Ain't xxxx
Shawty said the nigga that she with
Ain't this
Shawty said the nigga that she with
Can't hit
But shawty Imma hit it, hit it,
Like I can't miss
And He can't do this
And He don't do that
Shawty need a refund
Needa bring that nigga back
Just like a refund
I make her bring that xxx back
And she bring that xxx back
Because I Like That

[Chorus: Static Major + Lil Wayne]
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I'd like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Shawty
Wanna lic-lic-lic-lick me
Like a lollipop
Shawty
Wanna lic-lic-lic-lick me
Like a lollipop
Shawty
Wanna lick me
Like a lollipop
I Let her lick the rapper

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps
Static

[Break: Static Major]
Call me
So I can make it juicy for ya
C-Call me
S-so I can get it juicy for ya
C-Call me
S-so I can make it juicy for ya
C-Call me
S-so I can get it juicy for ya
Call me
So I can make it juicy for ya
C-Call me
S-so I can get it juicy for ya
C-Call me
S-so I can make it juicy for ya
C-Call me
S-so I can get it juicy for ya

[Chorus: Static Major + Lil Wayne]
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I'd like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps
[x2]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I get her on top
She drop it like it's hot
And when I'm at the bottom
She Hilary Rodham
Middle of the Bed
Give and gettin' head
Give and gettin' head
Give and gettin' head
I said hmmmm I like that
Say hmmmm yea I like that
I said hmmmm yea I like that
hmmhmmm
Call me
So I can come and do it for you
Call me
So I can come and prove it for you
Call me
So I can make it juicy for you
Call me
So I can get it juicy for you

[Outro: Lil Wayne ]
Shawty wanna
Lic-lic-lic-lick me like a lollipop
She She
Lic-lic-lic-lick me like a lollipop (I say he so sweet
Make her wanna lick the rapper)
She She
Lick me, like a lollipop (And She Do)
She lick me
Like a lollipop
(So I let her lick the rapper)

Hustler Musik

You already Know (4x)

God Damn
Nix gonna hit a nigga in his head with this one
I'm a paint the city red with this one
I'm ahead with this one
See you fucking with the boy with two toys way before Christmas
No assistance just
that persistance with
that commitment if
I don't get it somebody gonna die tonight
I know my vibe is tight
and I deserve the throne and if the kid ain't right
then let me die on this song
See I be riding just riding alone
With my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kidding
How the hell you ain't here to see a prince do his thing
somtimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
Shall be
So I be who I be
That's me
That's Weezy F Baby and
Please say the motherfucking
So I be who I be that's me
That's Weezy F Baby and
Please say the motherfucking

(Hook)
Baby you gotta know
I'm just out here doing what I gotta do for me and you
and we eating
so bitch why the fuck is you trippin'
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky
My feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge if the money don't move
Then I won't budge won't budge
No I won't budge no
Lord

(Verse 2)
Money is the motivation
Facing the avenue
Back touching the wall
Got the weed got the gun
Gotta run when I hear the bird call (Dad)
Hop in that thing and merk off
Swerve off
You know me they call me birdman junior
Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of the Oprah
All black crop tent locked in
I can let them shots out
you can't get no shots in
Bulletproof
Leave a nigga with a bullet-roof
Shoot ya' in your mouth Leroy
They call him bullet-tooth
I'm like
What it do What it do
There's a full court pressure
I'm just going for the two
If I'm open for the three
I'm a take it in a second
Even if theres one second
I'm a make it it's nothing
I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothing
I'm a take it for what it's worth
to the dirt motherfucker
Yeah

(Hook)
Baby you gotta know
I'm just out here doing what I gotta do for me and you
and we eating
so bitch why the fuck is you trippin'
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky
My feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge if the money don't move
Then I won't budge won't budge
No I won't budge no
Lord

(Verse 3)
I ain't never killed nobody I promise
And I promise if you try me he goin' have to rewind this track
And make me go back
That thing will go ratttttttt
That boy will lay flat
So flat that
Act is what I preform amongst you haters
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masterbateing
Black Peter-pan fly till I die
What you saying
Bathe in eight
Eve saint evesal what I stay in
And got me feeling like Scarface
Like the Cohiba
Streets reply I look right in a four-seater
You know I be out here right in a four-seater
Top Floor of the four seasons
Four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up
and look I got some
And only one know how to bag
Bitch bundle up
See it's a cold world
So homie bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothing
So get your hustle up

(Hook 2x)
Baby you gotta know
I'm just out here doing what I gotta do for me and you
and we eating
so bitch why the fuck is you trippin'
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky
My feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge if the money don't move
Then I won't budge won't budge
No I won't budge no
Lord

Man Man
This be that hustler music
Young Weezy got that motherfucking huster music y'all
So ride to it y'all
And vibe to it y'all
I'm asking y'all please please
Weezy got the huster music
Young Weezy got that motherfucking huster music
so ride to it y'all
vibe to it y'all
vibe to it y'all
shhhhhhhh

Wasted

Rock star lifestyle might not make it,
President got him in the White house naked,
I look at the clock and it says right now,
get a pound break it down, blow it like trial,
Panetela Dutchy wine in my tall glass,
Young Money baby, big sh-t like a horse ass,
stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back,
Bugatti matte black, where they do that at?
South beach Miami hoe, Im probably with tammy toe,
my life is a video and the women want they cameo,
I just want the panty hoes and I'm higher than Geronimo,
and I got them tools, tell em boys to get mechanical,
now pop that p-ssy like a four four,
I turn her round and bend her over like a low blow,
it's young money baby, we the f-cking greatest,
we don put the other n-ggas on a hiatus,

beat ya b-tch with a pump if she denied data,
cos I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter,
I'll make my girl cum first then I'll arrive later,
I shake you p-ssy's up, Im her vibrator, hahe,
keep getting money like hell yeah,
this sh-ts so good it don't even smell bad,
and you can tell dad, that I'm a muthaf-cker,
you n-ggs bet not slip, ice road truckers,
lightpole barrel, chopper stupid long,
New Orleans n-gga, I get super Dome,
loyal to the game, the game been good to me,
still spitting fire, you n-ggas wood to me,
we on n-gga, let let them hoes know,
Young Money lay em down like old folks,
you coming with it, we coming for it,
plenty to go around, now watch the money orbit,
real sh-t people, now just absorb it,
I try to pay attention but yall mad boring,
and I got so much swag I need a ad for it,
and I don't like to brag so my b-tches brag for me,

oh she a good girl, I gotta transform her,
she give me hot head, I call it global warming,
if we dont do it dog, lets do it now,
I am more animal then the zoo allowed,
put me in the wild, I'll be there for a while,
you n-ggas little league, call em Curacao
energizer money, it keep going,
I'm laid up, I'm free throwing,
who rebounding, who gives a sh-t,
f-ck dat, I got 27 years of this,
hit or miss, I hit your misses,
you are local news, I'm 60 minutes,
I hit the target, I hit the witness,
I work out in my office, guess I’m fit for business,
too many visions, completed missions,
still ice in our crosses, keep it Christian,
we consistent, the streets commend it,
Weezy F baby, the F is for Forensics,
from start to finish, Usain Wayne,
ok ya doing your thing,
the things change, you plain Jane,
I’m diverse, I save the World second,
and I get high first,

I’m a mind freak, check my time sheet,
b-tch I bring the noise, where the lions sleep,
your flow never wet, like grandma’s p-ssy,
I’m always good, like grandma cookies,
yeah call me the screen or the swine fixer,
its going down like the Catalina wine mixer,
she going down like the hands on my time ticker,
I’m always strapped, Vietnam n-gga,
we are fine n-gga, like Amber Rose,
we ball n-gga, like Jalen Rose,
better tell them hoes,
I got a million flows,
label me the hardest n-gga in civilian clothes,
Young Money baby,
and the building grows as we look up,
where did the ceilings go???

Run This Town

No Celiing, Yeah, Hehee
Ima run this town tonight
Nigga we are. So ready for the war.
C-A-R-T-E-R put the beat in ER.
I'm colder than B-R
Add another 3 R's
Watch me like D-V-D-V-C-R
Pump to your chest I aint talking CPR
about riding this track like a
muthaf-cking street car.
New Orleans Coroner.
His name is Frank Minare.
fuck with me wrong. you'll
be waking up in his yard.
man I go crazy on this beat i go nimrod
man I act a ass.
treat the beat like a
hemorrhoid
man I go to work on the beat.
call it employ.
man I kicks it.
bitch get your shin guard.
Uh. Young money run this towns.
countries.
I still eat rappers. hmm. scrumptious.
my goons tote thumpers.
they pop em like crumpers.
anybody beat.
im gon go archie bonkers
tunchie beat a wallis.
lets run the metropolis.
I pop like lollies.
you drop like olives.
the money keep calling.
I heart this shit dialling.
and they say money talks you hear my
shit hauling
you softer than nalin. oops i meant
nylon
perfection is the goal. and im heading to
the pylon.
crown fit me good.
i aint even got to try on.
my pistol mean business.
that bitch should have a tie on
Tity told me do this shit so I had to do
this shit.
i get super hero money. call a n-gga
super rich.
keep it super fall. while lemme get on
my super shit.
super ill. super sick.
dog. i get super Vick.
ran into a super women. turned into a
super bitch hit her with that super dick. she
be coming super quick
super Mills. Mack. Tyga.
Streets. Nelly. Super Nick.
super Drizzy. Gudda, Chickie
Twist thats the super clique.
now im off that super shit.
fuck that shit i super quit
running circles round a gang like
a hula hoop an'shit.
your gon have to nuke this shit.
tat won't be a duplicate.
and my bloods be super thick.
I'm higher than a super kick.
I'm the bomb baby, watch me nuke this shit
when I leave the booth. they gotta
scoop this shit.
my apologiess. diabolically.
i'm the prodigy.
do you roger me.
I look in the flames and see the
hotter me.
but how come i'm still colder than commonly
yeah we run this town,
like a lot of feet,
Young Mula Baby,
Im poud of me

Watch My Shoes

Do What Ya Do
But Watch My Shoes
Dance Wit Ya Boo
But Watch My Shoes
Nigga You Could Get Loose
But Watch My Shoes
Cause Youll Get Blues
You Dont Watch My Shoes

[Verse 1: Phat]
Lil Phat Nigga Watch My G Nikes
Yea You Heard Bitch

That Iron Getcha Mind Right
Hey Now Watch It
Hey Now Watch It
Or You Gonna Feel Some Hot Shit
Or You Gonna Feel Some Hot Shit
Watch Where You Step
And Watch What You Say
You Know What I Rep
Lil Whoodie I Dont Play
I Got Them Hands
And Quick To Throw Them In Ya Face
Inside Fist Fight Outside Gun Play
Get It How Ya Live
Dog This Trill Year
Wodie You To Hype Bitch Take A Chill Pill
Quit Runnin Your Mouth
Look This Shit Dont Matter
Hit You With That 4/5
Your Shit Gon Splatter
And I Talk That
Cause Im Bout Dat
I Aint Hard To Find
You Know Where That South At
Your Grilled Up Come Out
I Knock Your Shit Out
You Step On My Kicks
You Dont Wanna Take That Route

Ice Cream Paint Job

Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o’dogg
Shoot a n-gga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Pain killers got a n-gga bout ta doze off
Big shit n-gga talk big sh-t n-gga
Big bread bread like a picnic n-gga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick n-gga
Money spread like germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And f-ck them other n-ggas,
1 9 hundred who want I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river
I dont care if you were Michael Phelps my n-gga
Im higher than a mothaf-cka Alps my n-gga
Im flyer than a mothaf-cka stilt my n-gga
Young Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga
We the mothaf-ckas like Milf my n-gga

UhUhm, Flow like Syringes
Yea im in my mode got a code like Da Vinci
I wan in the trenches, now im in the trunk
And everybody watch your back,wen your in the front
You aint never safe stop playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
Im all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles

Why thank yous,if you a hater
Im eatin, yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom later
Young Tune n-gga, typhoon n-gga
And if you think your sweet n-gga, buy a room n-gga
Die or move n-gga, Im on my gang sh-t,
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a mothaf-cking blunt,
stupid fruity swag like a mothaf-cka runt
And I be with my dog like a mothaf-cking huntin
Everyday of the week is the first day of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Cant tell the time cause the diamonds in the face

We can get it poppin like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict
Running this sh-t now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin Im fresher then a degree stick
Street sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad weed
Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I need a massage,
and when it comes to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, n-gga just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller dont tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
B-tch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings…….Mothaf-cka

D.O.A.

Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp,
Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp,
Blood game muthaf-cka call me red alert,
Young Carter kill in order,who get it first
Stuff that girl wit d-ck till her head burst
Young Weezle flow needles I can thread shirts
Boy you ain’t did sh-t I had done said worst
Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst
Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks
Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks
I’m in the way you can’t pass like Aaron Brooks
Uh, President ride the car slow, I let my driver drive,
I’m on par 4
Spit hangin from my mouth retard flow
And I say what I want like an award show
I’m on some shit ain’t even come out the ass yet
Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet
Young or old their ain’t no comparing me
I just cleared that up
Moment of clarity, Uhh

Banned From TV

Ayo, it’s Weezy mother fucking, easy with the hating
Bitch I’m in the building you just decorating
I’m just detonation
Then I get blatant
More things worse than internet dating
Scoob got the cameras on so I got to show off
I put your sister on, I knock your bro off
We just spit snowballs catch it in your face bitch
Good game Wayne mayne I deserve a –
Cook game gain flow dope in the vain flow
I’ll only be smoking the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o
And if you stay wit em then all in the same boat
Deep water Carter fishin for a dollar
You can join the sail and I’m splitting your tomato
Ball cuz i gotta
You’ll love me in the mornin
I told her Imma king, them other niggas Prince Charming
She love to rock the mic she say thats nothing like performin
Man Im in love with her grill George Foreman
For Warning Young Money’s on
And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn
Take that to the bank with ya
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures
Smoke weed talk shit like Lane Kiffin
Whole country in recession but Wayne different
And I’m a Maybach ryda, haven’t drove it one time I got a cool black driver
Cant walk around with guns i got a do that got em
Don’t worry if Im shootin as long as you get shot
Imma beast– Imma pitbull
(Made by topmusicdaily.com)
I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled
Imma beast
Imma big wolf
I got my money right, I got my clip full
It’s like 7 in the mornin nigga
I’m up for whoever the opponent nigga
Stop the track ,let me relish in a moment nigga
Now bring that mother fucker back cuz I’m zonin nigga
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the bitches were havin it, I bet we have them all
And man Im so high its like an ever-lasting fall
And I’m chargin these hoes like women basketball
Uh, i bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a — bite
Super hero call like a crime fight
I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice
T-Streets still roll with me
Still stickin to the script like Nicole Kitmen
Need the man hit? We are those hitmen
He stopped runnin, the bullet holes didn’t
Basically, I’m still a monster
Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera
Yall too plane, Imma helicopter
My words keep goin like a teleprompter
I’m a asshole, wipe me down bitch
I get big checks, Nike Town bitch
Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit
And the flag red like clown lips
T I can’t stop goin
Dropped the best shit like the Cowboys dropped Owens
I’m the best to ever do it mother fucker I know it
No Ceilings Got Dammit now the fuckin Sky’s showin

A Milli

I?ma millionaire
I?m a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn?t fair
I?ma venereal disease like a menstrual bleed

Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind
Cuz I don?t write shit cuz I ain?t got time
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mothafucker a copper
Got da Maserati dancin? on the bridge pussy poppin?
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can?t catch ?em, you can?t stop ?em
I go by them goon rules if you can?t beat ?em then you prop ?em

You cant man ?em then you mop ?em
You cant stand ?em then you drop ?em
You drop ?em cuz we pop ?em like Orville Redenbacher
Motherfucker I'm ill

A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrierre
Like smoke in the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini
Hopin' them crackers see me like, "Look at that bastard Weezy?

?He's a beast he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem"
Okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit
Call him Dennis Rodman

Call me what you want bitch
Call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private
Damn I hate a shy bitch

Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
Yeah nigga, that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised, bitch

It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
And I'm o.k., but my watch sick

Yeah my drop sick
Yeah my glock sick
Am I not thick?
I'm it
Motherfucker I'm ill

See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at?
Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil? Wayne
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame

Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew that swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour

And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour

Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery
Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me

Motherfucker I say like face shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out, the coupe look like it's poutin'
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I will turn a crack rock into a mountain
Dare me

Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me, but they hear me
They don't feel me, but they fear me
I'm illie, C3