Lil Wayne - John (Feat. Rick Ross)

Fo' fo' bulldog
my mother fucking pet
I point it at you
and tell that
mother fucker fetch
I'm fucking her good
she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy
mouth and ass
call that bitch
triple threat
When I was in jail
she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy
I'm a starve her to death
Top down
it's upset been fucking
the world and nigga and
I ain't cum yet
You fuck with me wrong
I knock your head
off your neck
The flight too long
I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn
and I ain't
talking bout a sketch
I pay these niggas
with a reality check
Prepare for the worst
but still praying
for the best
This game is a bitch
I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep
so Weezy can't rest
An AK47
is my fucking addressb huh
I'm not a star
somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Load up the choppers
like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it
and hit them niggas
where it hurts
If I die today
remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis
I'm talking all brown linen
Big black nigga
and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe
bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you
could bring 'em
in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans
kick em off
they might be high
swish I'm swimming
in the yellow bitch boss
In the red 911
looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch
nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof
till he got
hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive
in a nigga dope
Make it come back
even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one
that paid your car notes
Well connected
got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star
somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Load up the choppers
like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it
and hit them niggas
where it hurts
If I die today
remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis
I'm talking all brown linen huh
Talk stupid get ya
head popped
I got that Esther
bitch I'm red fox
Big bee's Red Sox
I get money to kill time
dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga
who give a fuck
Empty the clip
than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet
you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch
she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain
I don't need a piece
That banana clip
let Chiquita speak
Dark shades Eazy E
Five letters YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga
pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking
what ya looking at nigga
You know the rules
kill em all and keep moving
If I died today
it'd be a holiday
I'm not a star
somebody lied
I got a chopper
in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart
than I put myself together
YMCMB double M
we rich forever
The bigger the bullet
the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall
Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till
I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion
pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch
than I made a great escape
Ain't it funny momma
only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh
hop out like
I'm santa claus
Niggas gather round
got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and
let it bubble
that's the double up
If you get in trouble
that just mean you
fucking up
It's a cold World
I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays
mother fuck huddle up
I'm not a star
somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car

Lil Wayne - John (Explicit) ft. Rick Ross

Lil Wayne Ft. Rick Ross - John [ Lyrics ]

Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross John Lyrics On Screen HQ/HD Second single of Tha Carter IV Explicit Version Lyrics: (Lil Wayne) Fo' fo' bulldog, my muthafucking pet ...