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Birdman

High

 

High

(альбом: Like Father, Like Son - 2006)


Ohhhwe, ten mins classic daddy, what you know about that?
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee, where ya at wit' it daddy?
Shit, please believe it

[Lil Wayne]
We back
Yea, the flow won't leave him
I promise baby, I'm in my song
Wizzle, c'mon, wha

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Up-towners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flesh
Bossy nigga, so presidential thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a mothafucker, why? I'm rich!
Buy a bag brotha, get a nigga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I, hit'chu in ya eye and ya bitch
I, hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, ah, now ya sick
Hot Boy baby, yea, hot cars, stock car, rock star
What'cha know about it? It's not four baby's
Unless ya Weezy F Baby
And, please say the Baby when say it, mothafucker

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Riding in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again

Riding in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high

[Birdman]
Yeah nigga, yeah, one hundred, one hundred
Yeah

[Verse 2: Birdman]
See we ride for flame nigga, a G to my name nigga
I do's my thang nigga, I'm getting this change nigga
So who's to blame nigga, about the game nigga
They said I did it, so fuck them niggas
I gave the plan nigga, I gave the game nigga
I'm doin my thang, and still, fuck them niggas
I know the lane nigga, I know the pain nigga
I know the fame, and still, fuck them niggas
Nigga, yeah we chilling with them bitches on us
Holla nigga, while we counting our hood riches
Thinking bout all the hood niggas
Never got a chance to hit lic's for them six figures
Nigga, and if you doing it how we done it nigga
Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was coming nigga
And every summer had Hummer's nigga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothing nigga

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Riding in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again

Riding in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yo, check it
And no bitch can't, and no nigga won't
Fuck with me, play with me, no
Cause I got me fo' sho'
And I got D's to blow, fo' sho'
Come on, now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air
Pull 'em out, and let the playa haters know that it's there
Bang that mothafucker, and pop that mothafucker

Yeah, fall back young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, ya understand?
Yeah, wife beater fitting me perfect, exactly
Jeans falling off my ass, pocket cash showing
Rock n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold Saki shots, chilled Petrone, half a glass, yeah
Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent
I let her clothes drop, while she going to my bed
And I'm goin to my bed right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pussy
I picked the night to find 'em
And, I might define 'em if, I hit from right behind her
And get her how I got her, now she digging my persona
She, like a virgin, but, like Madonna
I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya
Until the seats fall off, but we good
This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it understood

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Riding in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Yeah, again

Riding in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high

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