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Paroles de My Birthday

Interprète Lil Wayne

Paroles de la chanson My Birthday par Lil Wayne lyrics officiel

My Birthday est une chanson en Anglais

Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on basically
I got Streets in the booth with me
Dedication trois

Now let me talk my shit
Fresh up out the water like I caught fly fish
Weezy F bitch, I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little doggs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I'm making Chinese, food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself
Not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty won't be on my team
She could cheerlead
Shit, like "Go, Wayne, go!"
Ice on a white tee, I make a snow angel
Y'all niggas squares, but ain't got no angle
My shit's so tight you can get strangled
It's Young Money
Ain't no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers
Call them "private plane clothes"
I'm taking off, going to another land
Call her misses, never going to another man
Shabba Ranks Weezy, muthafucker
I'm a lover man yeah talk that shit Tune
I gotta wipe my diamond grill with a tissue
I'm talking too much shit
I eat pussy and you suck dick

They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't
The same no homo, that's how I came in the
The game, I married Mary Jane, I seen the
Spidermane, the shit that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain told Lois Lane
I can't be a Super Mane, my whole
Suit black like bat mane and
I keep that iron, mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out
The game, I'm back at the halftime
Like it's just an ankle sprain
Ain't no one could do it better
More hit's than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like? at the competitors
It's mass hysteria historic in
Your area, 51 alien, what planet is he from
Huh? Ain't no fun when the
Rabbit got the shotgun
Picture Bugz with the shotgun
Up to Elmer Fudd
All my thugs get dirty like we running
In the mud, we 7: 30 livewires
Plug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a love-stain
I came from nothing, fucking calling hoes
And flying planes who the
Fuck could complain?

So you mad cause I'm styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy siding on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqó
Gudda: I'm the East gang schizo
It's no coincidence, man
I bet your bitch know
How I knock her down with
The Kosher dill pickle
How I yell a nigga but my
Heart dark like nut skin
Bitches aiming for the pockets?
You get nothing let me get back in it, bitch
I just go ahead first
You be on that timid shit
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit
Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating nigga
I'm getting my dinner on
And your bitch licking: getting her lizard on

Talk reckless, I don't give a muthafuck
I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck
Come for you and your kids like nigga what
Niggas with elephantitis ain't
Got bigger nuts
Young Money nigga: big dicks, big trucks
I'mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us
Go to court: the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time
Your main bitch would miss us

It's Mack Maine: ain't shit to discuss
I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with
Niggas like Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like "bitch
What?" my niggas squeeze triggers like
They got arthiritis
My dick big: that's why I
Walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a
Case of "real" nigganitis
He ain't got a vaccine or cure
Strong enough to fight it
See, I'm a warrior they
Compare me to Leonidus i got a set fee: I
Ain't about discussing prices
Cause I ain't tryna go broke
Like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I'm poltergeisting
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like
Blanka or Bison slicing, dicing
Like w butcher knifeing wifing
Bitches? Never, that shit is trifling
Young Money the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don't make us start fucking rifling
Nigga we got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on niggas and
Jack the for their stipend
Catch me in Minnesota like I'm a Viking
I'm with every video vixen you liking
I'm the reason your bitch dyking
How I get like this?
I'll pump a nigga breaks
Something like Midas
I try to be modest, nigga I'm honest
And this is what I did for my birthday, bitch
I ain't get no pussy though
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