Текст песни Lil Wayne - Earthquake, слова песни Lil Wayne

Текст песни Lil Wayne - Earthquake

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Текст песни Lil Wayne - Earthquake

[Lil' Wayne](Speak to them Jazze)I(Yea fly guy)I'm way more fly than you(That's right)I'll take your dime from you(That's right)( )Now she wanna spend all night with me(She wanna wake up with Weezy-F baby)Let me be the one that you roll with too, baby(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you(Yea so how bout you, so how bout you)[Lil' Wayne]I'll take your bitch give her back; take your bitch againThat's because you throw a 5 I pitch a 10Now she wanna get inside of me 66She sees that my wrist is blue and yellow like MichiganShe say she love her man she misses himBut nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)I'm her long distance pimpWhen I land my bitches want for me on the strip (yup)And I don't lie I confess, I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dressGotta dress to impess though, Gotta stay clean, plus momma in a Lex 4She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to deathIt's the bird man jr. sincerely yoursWhen it rains it pours, when it rain it whores[Chorus][Lil' Wayne]Now why you wanna go do thatI can see through thatTattoo right there like I view thatGirl what that say, what who thatBet he was lame, bet he Lil' Wayne (no)Cus I'm way more flyerHave you hanging round a bunch of yayo buyers (nop)And not a day go by us, we don't get high than the telephone wiresCut your telephone we riding where phones don't roam they don't even come onYou're far from home so leave it aloneYou creeping with the king of the throneYou sleeping in a tee and a thongWith your hair in a ponyI ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning (yup)But I can't be there all morningGirl I'm a pimp, I'm going, going, going, gone[Chorus][Lil' Wayne]I'm Sorry I was groovingGotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh musicBut let's get back to what we were doingLaid back in that black on plat Ewing'sThat's 33 tires he fireThese streets ain't papaya maYou gotta keep heat on your side2 mustSo I'm a get 3 more and cop you oneWait, naw hun cus you ain't exemptIf your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip (yea)But I love the way your jeans suck in your hipAnd you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dipAnd you talk kinda clean and you lick your lipsBut I can't fall for you cus I stick to the scrip (yup)I said I stick to my grip; I stick to my money, that's life to meSorry honey Jazze[Chorus][Lil' Wayne]So how bout you yeaSo how bout youSee what I'm talking bout sweet heart you ain't even gotta have John Maddenyou ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsoleyou ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohnknow what I'm talking bout, you ain't gotta have the staff of ESPNyou ain't gotta have ABC staff just to talk sports baby cus I got gameJust fuck with the boy and I'll get you a jerseyWhat you want me to put on the backDaddy's little that's right, see what I'm talking boutI can't give you the game but I can show the gameand you can see what you see and peek how you peek and get what you getknow what I'm talking bout

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Earthquake

Текст песни Lil Wayne - Earthquake

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