John
Lil Wayne(릴 웨인) Lyrics


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Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my mothafucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset
Been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my fucking address, huh

I'm not a star
Somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a chopper in the car

Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a chopper in the car

Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther
Bitch I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, mothafucker huddle up





I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car, yeah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lil Wayne's "John" are intense and aggressive, dripping with sex and testosterone. The opening line, "fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet" sets the tone for the violent nature of the song. Lil Wayne references his sexual prowess with lines like "I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck" and "I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple threat." He also talks about his experiences in jail and the loyalty of a woman who would let him call collect, but warns that if she gets greedy, he'll "starve her to death."


The chorus of the song features the repeated line "I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car." This line serves as a reminder that despite his fame and wealth, Lil Wayne is still a dangerous person who is not to be messed with. The song also references the Beatles' John Lennon, with Lil Wayne wondering if people would remember him like they do Lennon if he were to die.


Overall, "John" is a song that showcases Lil Wayne's bravado and aggressive nature, with lyrics that are sure to get listeners pumped up and energized.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my mothafucking pet
I have a bulldog as my pet and it's my weapon and I'm proud of it.


I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch
I can aim my bulldog at anyone I want and they better listen.


I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I'm having sex with a girl and she enjoys it, almost choking me with her legs.


I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
I get all three types of sex from a girl and consider it a triple threat.


When I was in jail she let me call her collect
The girl that I have sex with would let me make collect calls to her when I was in jail.


But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
If the girl gets greedy and expects too much from me, I'll leave her starving for my attention.


Top down, it's upset
My convertible car has its top down and I'm ready for anything that comes my way.


Been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
I have slept with many girls and I still haven't had enough.


You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
If someone messes with me the wrong way, I'll hurt them badly.


The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
I have a bed on my private jet because commercial flights take too long.


The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I have my guns out and ready to use them, not just as a drawing.


I pay these niggas with a reality check
I teach these guys a lesson with a dose of reality.


Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
Even though I'm ready for the worst, I'm still hoping for the best in life.


This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The music industry can be tough, but I have control over it.


The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
I can never stop working because money never stops accumulating.


An AK47 is my fucking address, huh
I own an AK47 and it's my safe haven, showing off my toughness.


I'm not a star
I'm not a celebrity.


Somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (huh)
Someone said I didn't have a gun in my car, but I actually do.


Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first
I'm loading my guns like it's New Year's Eve, showing I'm always prepared.


Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
I'm ready to fight and I'll hit them where it hurts the most.


If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
If I die, I want to be remembered like John Lennon, a famous musician.


Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
When I die, I want to be buried in a Louis Vuitton casket with brown linen.


Big black nigga, and an icy watch
I'm a big black dude with a nice watch to show off my success.


Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
I have so many pairs of shoes that they fill up my car, even like a Nike store.


Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
I make so much money that I can count it and keep it in a small Nike box.


Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm hustling in my Air Jordan shoes, but if they get too dirty, I'll have to clean them off.


I'm swimming in the yellow bitch, boss
I'm swimming in money, considering money a yellow bitch.


In the red nine eleven looking devilish
I drive a red Porsche 911 and it looks aggressive and dangerous.


Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
I use a red laser to make a weak person sit down and listen.


Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Someone thought they were invincible until they got shot five times.


Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
I mix a cheap detergent, Palmolive, with a drug to make it seem like there's more of it and make a profit.


Make it come back even harder than before
I make a drug come back harder than it was before to make more money.


Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
I'm the only one who has paid for your car loans, and therefore you owe me something.


Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
I have connections and dangerous people in Chicago.


Talk stupid get ya head popped
If someone talks stupid, I'll shoot them in the head.


I got that Esther
I have a gun named Esther, showing off my power.


Bitch I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I feel just like Red Foxx with my jewelry and Boston Red Sox baseball cap.


I get money to kill time, dead clocks
I make money by wasting time, almost like killing time, and therefore have dead clocks.


Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck
You're messing with someone who doesn't care and is fearless.


Empty the clip than roll a window up
I fire all my bullets and then roll up the window, showing off my power.


Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
Weak guys are sweet like a Cinnabon.


I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
I'm driving a red car and the girl with me is about to orgasm.


Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
I have a chain that's worth two hundred thousand dollars and I don't need a gun to show off my power.


That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
My gun's magazine looks like a Chiquita banana and it can speak for itself.


Dark shades, Eazy E
I'm wearing dark sunglasses like Eazy E, showing off my style.


Five letters, YMCMB
YMCMB has five letters and refers to Young Money Cash Money Billionaires, my record label.


Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I'm calling someone who's weak and unmanly a bitch or a pussy.


I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga
I notice someone looking at me and I call them a looking ass nigga.


You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
The rules are to kill everyone and keep moving forward.


If I died today it'd be a holiday
If I die, people would celebrate it like a holiday, showing off my fame.


So don't make it come alive
Don't make my gun come to life because it will cause problems.


Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
I'll hurt someone badly and then rebuild myself afterwards.


YMCMB, double M, we rich forever (huh)
Young Money Cash Money Billionaires and Maybach Music together means we're wealthy forever.


The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon' bang
The bigger the bullet, the more powerful it will be when fired.


Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
When I shoot someone, it'll leave red on the wall like Basquiat's artwork.


Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
I own a red Lamborghini and gave it to my girl to show off my generosity.


My first home invasion, poppy gave me forty bricks
The first time I invaded someone's home, the owner gave me forty kilograms of drugs to let me go.


Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
The person who called me a son of a bitch saw me escape skillfully.


Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
It's ironic that I, her only son, make money by cooking drugs.


Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
I come to places like Santa Claus but with style.


Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Everyone gets a gift from me, showing off my kindness.


Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up
Take the drugs I give you and let them bubble to get more money, doubling up profits.


If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up
If you get in trouble with the law, you're not doing your job well enough.


It's a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up
The world can be cold and lonely, so I want a girl to snuggle up with.


I call the plays, mothafucker huddle up
I control the game, so everyone better listen to me.


I'm not a star, somebody lied
I'm not a superstar despite what anyone said.


I got a chopper in the car, yeah
I have a gun in my car just in case, showing my preparedness.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DWAYNE CARTER, ERIK ORTIZ, KEVIN CROWE, WILLIAM ROBERTS, JAMAL JONES, CHRISTIAN WARD, ROB HOLLADAY

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@Argonak1

"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 with me I will peel like the house’s paint
Lets go, niggas don’t wanna see me cause I’m better and bold
The only time I will depend is when I’m seventy years old
That’s when I cant hold my shit within, so I shit on myself
Cause I’m so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else."-Lil Wayne "I'm Me"



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