TOP 10 BEST LIL WAYNE LYRICS | VERSES

I am everywhere and I am ‘it’ like Hide’n’Go
And I can go
Anywhere – Eenie Meenie Mynie Mo
I’m in yo’
Neighborhood, area, CD thang, tape deck
iPod, ya’ girlfriend – and she say I got great sex
Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex
‘Cause you don’t want that late text
That ‘I think I’m late’ text…

 

Man, I got Summer hating on me cause I’m hotter then the Sun
Got Spring hating on me cause I ain’t never sprung
Winter hating on me cause I’m colder than ya’ll
And I would never, I would never, I would never Fall
I’m being hated by the seasons
So fuck ya’ll who hating for no reason

 

Uh, girl I turn that thing into a rainforest
Rain on my head, call that brainstorming
Yeah this is deep, oh but I go deeper
Make you lose yourself, and finders keepers
It go green light, go Weezy go
I like to taste that sugar, that sweet and low
But hold up wait, new position
I put her on my plate then I do the dishes
She my motivation, I’m her transportation
Cause I let her ride, while I drive her crazy
Then I just keep going going like I’m racing
When I’m done she hold me like a conversation
Weezy, baby!

 

Ahh, I be on that way left shit
Better get right or get left shit
Better hit right or get left hit
Even if you threw the best pitch
Yes bitch it’s Weezy-F bitch, I’m the best bitch
Motherfuck your guest list, I be like, let’s just
Kill him and get breakfast, neck slit
Next shit expect this, every time you check this
I’m exit, I mean, excited to be your death wish
Bitch I wear this G shit on my heart, not my necklaceAnd I keep the Heckler for the hecklers
And I’m from the Mecca of the reckless with a record-breaking death list
The reckless and neglecters think the election won’t affect us
I’m high above you, above law, above average
Niggas snitching, put niggas in a can like a beverage
Damn! I pop at your head, fuck up your memories
I put a bullet in Nina head and let her reminisce
Yeah, if you don’t remember shit you goin’ remember this
I’m knocking niggas down this year, I’m on my timber shit
Big lion growl at you niggas on that Simba shit
I’ll be on that “Fuck yo’ clique, I’ll kill every member” shit
Cold as December shit, bang in any weather shit
And they could buy your bag with body parts sold separate
Yeah, that’s a bet bitch like Russian Roulette bitch
Weezy be the genie in a bottle, here’s your death wish

 

Times have changed
Go fucking get a new watch
But I still got the vission
Like a line between two dots

 

I, knock on the door, hope isn’t home
Fate’s not around the lucks all gone
Don’t ask me what’s wrong ask me what’s right
And I’ma tell you what’s life, and did you know?
I lost everything, but I ain’t the only the one
First came the hurricane, then the morning sun
Excuse me if I’m on one
And don’t trip if I light one, I walk a tight one
They try tell me keep my eyes open
My whole city underwater, some people still floatin’
And they wonder why black people still voting
‘Cause your president still choking
Take away the football team, the basketball team
And all we got is me to represent New Orleans, shit
No governor, no help from the mayor
Just a steady beating heart and a wish and a prayer

 

When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions
Quote unquote with the eighth I’m a gorilla but lighter
With the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah
Start ‘em, ignite ’em I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplying whoo! Yeah
Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga
Take a chunk ouch body like a shark bit a nigga

 

It’s Weezy F. Crazy
You scary ass rappers on the beat I’m wes craven
But I’m eastside till I reside in the grave
And you walk in my basement and see the bodies I’m saving
Blood bath flow, yes it’s time for some bathing
Shawty with a drum and I’m a play it like a cadence
Invasion, I cook ya like the Asians
Put bread on ya head like a raisin
You a danish, you need glazing
Pardon me man, but I’m craving
I got you in the oven, but I’m waiting
I’m patient, for my patient
Yeah, There’s a meeting in my kitchen
Shhh, there’s rappers sleeping in my kitchen
Young money creatures
Kill your sweet ass then eat you motherfucker

 

Nigga we are so ready for the war
C-A-R-T-E-R
Put the beat in ER
I’m colder than “b-r”
Add another 3 “r”’s
Watch me like D-V-D, V-C-R
Pump to your chest – I ain’t talking CPR
Riding this track like a muthafucking street car
New Orleans coroner, his name is Frank Minyard
Fuck with me wrong, you’ll be waking up in his yard
Man, I go crazy on the beat – I go Nimrod
Man, I act a ass, treat the beat like a hemorrhoid
Man, I go to work on the beat, call it employed
Man, I kicks it, bitch – get your shin guard
Uh, Young Money run this towns, countries
I still eat rappers – mmm, scrumptious
My goons tote thumpers
They pop em like krumpers
Anybody’s beat, I’m gon’ go Archie bonkers
Tunechi be the wildest, lets run the metropolis
I pop like lollies, you drop like eyelids
The money keep calling, I hear the shit dialing
And they say money talks – you can hear my shit hollering

 

This is history in the making
So shut the fuck up and let me make it

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