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Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September … Read Full Bio ↴Did you mean: Lil' Wayne
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982 in New Orleans, Louisiana), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne, is an American rapper. Formerly a member of the rap group the Hot Boys, he joined the Cash Money Records collective as a teenager. Get It How U Live, released in 1997, was Lil Wayne's first album with Hot Boys, and Tha Block is Hot, his solo debut, came out in 1999.
After gaining fame with two other albums in the early 2000s, Lil Wayne reached higher popularity with 2004's Tha Carter and its two subsequent albums Tha Carter II (2005) and Tha Carter III (2008). He earned various accolades following Tha Carter III, including being nominated for eight Grammy Awards. He released a rock album titled Rebirth in 2010.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September … Read Full Bio ↴Did you mean: Lil' Wayne
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982 in New Orleans, Louisiana), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne, is an American rapper. Formerly a member of the rap group the Hot Boys, he joined the Cash Money Records collective as a teenager. Get It How U Live, released in 1997, was Lil Wayne's first album with Hot Boys, and Tha Block is Hot, his solo debut, came out in 1999.
After gaining fame with two other albums in the early 2000s, Lil Wayne reached higher popularity with 2004's Tha Carter and its two subsequent albums Tha Carter II (2005) and Tha Carter III (2008). He earned various accolades following Tha Carter III, including being nominated for eight Grammy Awards. He released a rock album titled Rebirth in 2010.
Hard Body
Lil Wayne Lyrics
Yeah
Uh-huh
The fuck was I thinkin'?
Drought 3, bitch
Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt
Whatchu know 'bout it?
Ya dig?
Weezy the name
Money's the game
Already
Hard body mothafucka got the heart of a killer
Young god in the buildin' 'bout to start a religion
'Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles
Brang 'em straight to ya block and go to war wit' you bitches
If you hit the head then the rest fall in position
Shoot a nigga on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen
Copped a big boy Porsche wit' all the specifics
And I keep that torch, baby, call me Olympics
Red white blue pills, flippin' skills like gymnasts
And never give a bitch, money, blood or kidneys
When the gun goes, "Pow," I be at the finish
Wit' my medal 'round my neck, autograph on my tennis
The land of the murder, dope, crack and syringes
Pull up on ya in the coupe, how fat is ya engine?
Never talk to those that sat on them benches
Boy, I was in the game on 4th and inches
These niggas want the business
I'ma give these boys the business
See you fuckin' wit' the boy that told Todd to fuck Christmas
Got all these hoes trippin'
Got all these hoes strippin'
And we ain't PSC but them bitches know we tippin'
I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin'
Make my friends buy they own, fuck, I'm tired of bein' friendly
Ain't gotta lie just to try to be wit' me
Bitches up in heaven waitin' at the god to be wit' me
I'm crazy for bein' Wayne or is Wayne just crazy?
I been around I'm still around like them Geico cavemen
Hairpin trigger, no, I won't shave it
I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it
The South is so dirty, bitch, you can bathe it
Hollygrove, dawg, and I feel like matin'
Baby girl, yo' pussy lookin' so vacant
And it's fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush not Macon
Fuck waste deep, I'm in over my head
But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan
Your girl wants me to come Ronald like Reagan
Your boyfriend is softer than a carton of eggs and-
I don't fear nothing but God and weddings
At the top of my paper like I'm starting a heading
My homie Santana, yeah, that's my ace
But you may know us as I Can't Feel My Face
Yeah
Weezy, bitch
Don't give a fuck 'bout you at all
I'm paid
Been that way for a long time
Looks like I'ma die like that
'Cause if ain't I'ma just die
Haha
Yeah, see they don't know where I came from but they know where I'm goin'
And I'll tell you just how the top feels when I'm on
In the game I'm no cheetah
I'ma tiger, I'ma cougar, I'ma panther, I'ma dingo
Ocho Cinco
I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie
In a pair of Gucci flops feelin' freer than Willy
When them niggas left I got a little bit chilly
But I just let it burn like the end of the Phillie
Weezy
Uh-huh
The fuck was I thinkin'?
Drought 3, bitch
Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt
Whatchu know 'bout it?
Ya dig?
Weezy the name
Money's the game
Already
Hard body mothafucka got the heart of a killer
Young god in the buildin' 'bout to start a religion
'Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles
Brang 'em straight to ya block and go to war wit' you bitches
If you hit the head then the rest fall in position
Shoot a nigga on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen
Copped a big boy Porsche wit' all the specifics
And I keep that torch, baby, call me Olympics
Red white blue pills, flippin' skills like gymnasts
And never give a bitch, money, blood or kidneys
When the gun goes, "Pow," I be at the finish
Wit' my medal 'round my neck, autograph on my tennis
The land of the murder, dope, crack and syringes
Pull up on ya in the coupe, how fat is ya engine?
Never talk to those that sat on them benches
Boy, I was in the game on 4th and inches
These niggas want the business
I'ma give these boys the business
See you fuckin' wit' the boy that told Todd to fuck Christmas
Got all these hoes trippin'
Got all these hoes strippin'
And we ain't PSC but them bitches know we tippin'
I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin'
Make my friends buy they own, fuck, I'm tired of bein' friendly
Ain't gotta lie just to try to be wit' me
Bitches up in heaven waitin' at the god to be wit' me
I'm crazy for bein' Wayne or is Wayne just crazy?
I been around I'm still around like them Geico cavemen
Hairpin trigger, no, I won't shave it
I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it
The South is so dirty, bitch, you can bathe it
Hollygrove, dawg, and I feel like matin'
Baby girl, yo' pussy lookin' so vacant
And it's fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush not Macon
Fuck waste deep, I'm in over my head
But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan
Your girl wants me to come Ronald like Reagan
Your boyfriend is softer than a carton of eggs and-
I don't fear nothing but God and weddings
At the top of my paper like I'm starting a heading
My homie Santana, yeah, that's my ace
But you may know us as I Can't Feel My Face
Yeah
Weezy, bitch
Don't give a fuck 'bout you at all
I'm paid
Been that way for a long time
Looks like I'ma die like that
'Cause if ain't I'ma just die
Haha
Yeah, see they don't know where I came from but they know where I'm goin'
And I'll tell you just how the top feels when I'm on
In the game I'm no cheetah
I'ma tiger, I'ma cougar, I'ma panther, I'ma dingo
Ocho Cinco
I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie
In a pair of Gucci flops feelin' freer than Willy
When them niggas left I got a little bit chilly
But I just let it burn like the end of the Phillie
Weezy
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Dwayne Carter
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@mauricebarnesjr.1376
I will forever randomly come back to this song as long as it’s on YouTube 😤💪🏾
@kameronpalmer2727
just found the sample called "everlasting bass" check it out I swear it proves raw tunes the goat
@joshbowman4740
Facts 💯
@xDAYBEDx
Thats on BBY..
@patrickbaklava7297
I been around I'm still around like that geiko caveman
@hazardltg
On gawd this shit just randomly Plays in my head and I gotta come listen
@AustinBarrett23
Who here after Kendrick dissed drake and j Cole on this beat
@realrapquotes
The first thing I though about!
@ManuelGonzalez-ue9im
Right away hahaha
@MsAries032787
Same here 😂