Lil Wayne - Love This Fuckin Guy Lyrics

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Lil Wayne Lyrics

Love This Fuckin Guy Lyrics

[Speak: Lil Wayne]
I'm in the building
Ya, I'm a take'em
I'm a take'em, yes I will take'em Yessir

[Rap: Lil Wayne]
Yes I will take'em all the way there Boo
I will take'em all the way there Trill
(Do yo thing dog)
I'm a tak'em all the way there Boo
I'm a take'em all the way there Trill
(Spitter ya hand Up)

Ay I'm chillin like a villian off of killin
Lookin at the ceilings like I'm a get it for realer
I'm a get it regardless, hard as it is
Who wants to be a millionaire, know how I'm a get a million

(A million?) & I'm in a pavilion
Chillin with my woman but I don't speak Sicilian
(Sicilian?) But we both count the same
As long as when I send'em with it they come out the same

As if I went up in with it then I'm out the game
Them niggas tryna get me canned, daaaamn
You know the feds are my biggest fans
Gotta watch what a nigga sayin daaamn

They see my mommy & they wanna pull over
Cause she ain't got no number on the back of the Rover
Like she ain't got no business in Colorado
Just enjoying the snow, she was hittin the slopes

She from the South, she ain't never skied befo
And I heard she didn't fall go Cita go
And I'm just like her, I'm an easy pro
I am a gladiator call me Hustle Crow

Touch'em no, I'm just bustin, bust some mo
What's the 411 1 ya done
Once the pro rush come run ya gone
Youngsta know how to punch the gas

In an 84' with the cut-back ass
On 84's with the custom rag
Top drop at the second line & bust they ass
Got me lookin' like Hot Spitta (Yeaaa)

I'm a big spender, therefore I stunt
You niggas city slickers, we call it country dumb
A Southern boy, all I do is bake cake
And guess where ya bitch comin' after spring break

Blessed with the gift so I gotta bring faith
A less nigga tell more love than hate
One of the best to do it
Yes kid you are young MJ I'm checkin Du mar

I give it to y'all the only way I know
And that is too raw, like no cut on coke
Ay, baby girl sit on this butter soft & take a tote
Don't choke, it ain't attractive, just smoke

And when I'm done you ain't a factor just go
And here I come so get it faster, land hoe!
Man nobody's gonna help you out
So you gotta help ya self, if you can't, kill ya self

Yup, that's how I feel & how I felt
That's how the hand was delt no handing help
No handing outs just me & that abondoned house
With the hammers out, I remember

I had lil Tootie watchin out
No lie we was high off our own supply
Teenagers with that cocaine eye
But we quit cause we learned that's how Tony died

It is only I, the son of a God
The Birdman baby that fuckin guy
I love that fuckin guy
Now I'm the Birdman Jr so fuckin fly

Hold up, I'm just tryin' to kick it with my nigga Boo
(I'm ridin with you) yeeeaa
So we ridin through
With the exotic Coupe with the divided roof

We on Mel Rose we like models too
Like how ya do? You eat fruit?
Me too! Isn't that a shocker
I live in the skyscrapers hi helicopter!

And that chain is very aqua
And sir that watch is very vodka
I'm lookin' like a watermelon mamba
Like Canneries fly down by them

So I got it, wrapped like a condom
Protecting my self from the drama
No more baby mamas, shout out to my only baby mama
Our daughters growin up real fast we gotta watch her

Daddy now is gettin real cash
The deal was proper, the saga continues
Check the venues I've been through
Why? I wreck the venues I've been through

Yea yea I give you The Carter, & then two
And then...

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