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• Titre : Lollipop (Remix) Feat. Gorilla
• Album : Da drought III
• Année : 2008

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• Titre : LiL Wayne I'm Me
• Album : I'm Me
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

LIL' WAYNE LYRICS

"I'm Me"

The hottest... under the sun... (who that)
Ain't nobody fucking with me man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping (you)
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Ay its Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

Un-fucking-believeable Lil' Waynes the President
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federlin
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money till the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
Better lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in
Nigga, it's just me and my guitar, yea bitch I'm heavy metaling
You can get the fucking Led Zepplin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court and take your life for a settlement
Yes, I'm the best! And no, I ain't positive, I'm definate
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is The Carter, The Carter 3, the New Testament
And I'm the god and this is what I bless 'em with

[Hook:]
Bitch I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby I'm me, so who you? Ur not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, yea

Junior... brrr
It's Cash Money over everything
It's in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I'm from the mud, I am a missile like a scud
What's really good? I'm bout that Ruckers like Fudd
And I stay on my floor at Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fucking Birdman like a lug
And Dear Mister Ronald williams...
To you, I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money Million, heir to the throne
Going at they heads like hair in a comb
Sitting by the window I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Yo, money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take on that shit as the lord, as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I have not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

[Hook:]
Bitch I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby I'm me, so who you? Ur not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I'm wrapping in my jammies
I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, Book 'em Danny
I'm a monster I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck wit me I will peel like the house's paint
Lets go, Niggas doubt wont see me cause I'm better and bold
The only time I wear depends is when I'm 70 years old
Thats when I cant hold my shit within, so I shit on myself
Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I'm tryna tell you, like I'm saying sumthin
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuffs
And there Ain't nothing gonna stop me so just envy it
Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit

[Hook:]
Yea I'm me, I'm me, bitch I'm me
Baby I'm me, so who you? fuck you, you not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I am a mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

The hottest... under the sun... (who that)
Ain't nobody fucking with me man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Yo it's Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

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• Titre : Duffle Bag Boy
• Album : PoMi FrOm 4
• Année : 2007

Paroles :

Lyrics submited by: PoMi FrOm SeCtEuR 4

Last corrected by: jt
(Yea) Weed n serve...till i die(ok)
(New playaz Circle)
As a matter of fact its gon kill me, BITCH!
(Cuz U Aint) (Tell 'em shawty)
So Get High(Tell 'em Weezy)....Or Get Low

Chorus: If i dont do nuthin imma ball
im countin all day like the clock on the wall
now go and get cha money little duffle bag boy
say go and get cha money little duffle bag boy
(Get Money) I aint never ran from a nigga
and i damn sure aint bout to pick today
to start runnin look honey
I aint never ran from a nigga
and i damn sure aint bout to pick today
to start runnin look honey(Get Money)

1st Verse:The beats so high
the flow is so ice cold
walkin to the gucci store honey i aint home
i am on my shit i need a pamper on
toilet paper on the side for example homey
I GET MONEY
i kno u niggaz aint heard no shit like this
and why u wishin on that fallin star
im in a foreign car
smokin out wit the doors ajar
suede sunroof hangin out the big top
you leave the dealership head to the rim shop
you niggaz barely dressin i got thousands pilin
thats that salad dressin
im on my thousandth island wildin..stylin I BE
i get so much money its my ID dont try me
and if i dont do nuthin imma fuckin ball
and i aint bout to start runnin naw nigga naw

Chorus: If i dont do nuthin imma ball
im countin all day like the clock on the wall
now go and get cha money little duffle bag boy
say go and get cha money little duffle bag boy
(Get Money)And I aint never ran from a nigga
and i damn sure aint bout to pick today
to start runnin look honey
I say i aint never ran from a nigga
and i damn sure aint bout to pick today
to start runnin (Get Money)

2nd Verse: Aint nuthin to a boss
we ballin when u see us
we hear them haterz callin
they too far off to see us
unless they got they glasses on
get cha bifocal game class is now in session
now try to stay focus man
ya boy aint good enough style aint hood enough
woulda coulda shoulda wont do wit us
true enough lead a hoe break a hoe
neva nuthin new to us
turnin hoez to housewives neva been cool wit us
soon enough all these dealers is gonna catch up
till then fuck it im winnin so imma stack up
flows like the river the current is so rapid
hit wit the ratchet thats how shit happens
next time you yappin
make sure it be about big money talk
let that lil money walk
call me what u want but dont call me for fronts
southside i got what u want come holla at me

Chorus: If i dont do nuthin imma ball
im countin all day like the clock on the wall
say go and get cha money little duffle bag boy
now go and get cha money little duffle bag boy
And baby I aint never ran from a nigga
and i damn sure aint bout to pick today
to start runnin look honey
I say i aint never ran from a nigga
and i damn sure aint bout to pick today
to start runnin (Get Money)

And..If i dont do nuthin imma ball
im countin all day like the clock on the wall
say go and get cha money little duffle bag boy
now go and get cha money little duffle bag boy
(Get Money)And I aint never ran from a nigga
and i damn sure aint bout to pick today
to start runnin (Get Money)
I say i aint never ran from a nigga
and i damn sure aint bout to pick today
to start runnin (Get Money)

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• Titre : Crank Dat Soulja Boy (Remix)
• Album : SecTeUr 4
• Année : 2007