My Name Is
(专辑: No Ceilings 2 - 2015)
My name is, my name is My name is, Weezy Baby, and I'm high Like maintenance, I'm smoking I'm dranking, leaning daily, like, hi My name is, you know what my name is Bitch, I'm famous, like Tom Brady And hi, your name is? Not important Who cares? Not Weezy Baby, uh Wake up, I
see bad bitch, bad bitch, bad bitch Makeup on my pillows make me mad, bitch Without no makeup, I
see that bitch as just average Uber, Uber, Uber, Uber, Taxi Looking at my Rollie, I
got boogers on my Rollie 'Bout to hook up with my whoadies Got the
hook up on that codeine Got the
sugar for your nose ring Got the
blooka, I'm reloading And according to my darling this dick feels so damn rewarding I'm reporting out of shorty, she so naughty, me so horny Kilo on me like I'm Tony, break it down to Rice-A-Roni Take her out, look like she lonely, I'm gon' candlelight the
moment I'ma vandalize the
pussy, she told him "My phone was roaming" She be moaning 'til the
morning, I
be going in I
be on it, I
be in it, I'm like Foreman on the
grill And I
got doormen at the
entrance They got pistols in they trenches They got rituals, religion And I'm like, bitch, you know I'm sipping 'Til I
die My name is, Lil Wayne, bitch Weezy, F. Baby, ha Her name went, from whatever-it-was To "Lil Wayne's bitch", now that's crazy And I, I
camed in, regained strength Rebanged it, rotation Her guy, he's nameless, he ain't shit Always on the
same shit, poor baby I
pour up so much they call me Pour Baby Kush man, I
need a
sack like Charles Haley Sipping to the
Big Moe, I'm the
Barr Baby Sip got me moving slow but my thoughts racing, err! My long days give me short patience My heart vacant, awards taken What in tarnation? No information, no statements Young mula, old mula, mula all ages Ha-Hallelujah, I'm the
Hollygrove 2Pac Roc-A-Fella, new rock, hundred K
in a
shoebox AK and a
new Glock go wap-ba-ba-loo-bop Pray the
vest you got save you like a
coupon Hustle 'til my dreadlock is grey as some Poupon Every day is my birthday, I'm a
newborn Stay on my toes, ask a
shoe horn, I
ain't got no roof on Getting my No Ceilings 2
on And hi, I'm brainless, I'm stainless Entertainment, his lady And, um, if she ain't thick, then she ain't it I
can't fuck wit' a
slim lady I
tried, but Superhead keep complaining Bitch ancient, bitch shady and she tired Okay then, I'm skating Doing tricks, call me 'trick Swayze Okay, in other news and other niggas' hoes Your wife taste like Honey Nut Cheerios I'm in the
mirror, like "Ooh, baby" Who needs a
miracle when I
got you, baby? Pimping in my last life, I'm the
shit you ass-wipe Beat the
pussy, cat fight, my teeth look like a
flashlight Weed is like a
airline, 'cause easily I'm that high Fistful of money, mix some green in with your black eye Greedy like a
fat guy, I'll eat a
nigga franchise I
beat him by a
landslide, a
leader like a
rabbi I'm leading by halftime, he bleeding, I'm a
vampire His body in the
trunk with his feet all on my Alpines We the
niggas, that's right, we all that and fries Y'all on standby, my broads got cat eyes Traphouse land lines, boom like land mines All my bitches allies with Tune on their backsides So hi, my name is, on her anus On her cranium, bitch craving And I'm fly, and I'm wavy And her name is Bust It Baby And hi, my name is in your mouth, it must be tasty Gone!