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.
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Lil Wayne Lyrics
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Glock forty for them fake niggas
Throw a party every day nigga
That's an ordinary day nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa
No mi casa is su casa
My choppa go doom-da-da ay-ay-adda
I'm too legit I sleep on a crucifix
I wake up cranky turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch and buy orange juice and grits
Oozie clip I need another oozie clip
I shoot to kill these pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real your head just a souvenir
She want to get it off her chest but her boobs too big
I'm bumping Carter V on an Ipod
My bitch mad as hell cause it ain't out yet
She said "soon as these niggas hear your new shit
They gon' have to give their styles back"
I say "you too crazy" she said "you too humble"
I say "you too baby" she said "you too sweet"
Then I ask do she go both ways
She said they so say love is a two way street
I say ooh
Talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine she gon' want to shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum I gon' die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving these fiends
I sell birds to the bees I sell birds to the trees
"Tune I heard you don't sleep" I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk but I tweak for that purp for that pink
Ya you see what I'm saying like you heard what I see
I'm a verbal disease I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets since my curtains were sheets
Chefs on these beats I'm just stiring the grease
And bitch you in love when she working for me
I personally get you murdered this week
Like that blunt between my two fingers I'm at peace
Word I smirk when I squeeze
Trigger smart street smart I'm a nerd I'm a geek
I'm absurd I'm unique
Did my time at Cash Money time served and release
But this agent ain't free word
That's just word on these streets
But that shit is old news that shit yester-week
I'm just focused, focused on my expertise
They like "Tunechi you good" I'm like Bob yes sire
Don't, I mean don't, don't question me let me breath
Dawg, big dawg, I cock back and shoot at your fleas
Money long tree trunk, now stand under me catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees but repeat what you heard you a dead parakeet
This Tunechi bitch your bitch Tunechi's bitch
I fuck her on the balcony we watch the moon eclipse
We do the usual shit she gon' need lube for this
Cause I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world she like the view and shit
From up here everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant
She doing lines like a movie script
But these are true events lord
I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put a nigga's body in an ice box
With holes in his body like socks
These niggas softer than, these niggas softer than nylon
So keep my name out your mouth I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up to the skyline
I'm thinking to my fuckin' self you only live twice slime
And motherfuck you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate like Iran
We put your ass on nigthtline
I'm on the grass like a python
These niggas looking at me
These niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline but they never try mine
Spinning like I'm sipping cyanide
Why my bitch sipping Mai Tai but she wine fine
And I'm so sorry she said don't be sorry
Then she said don't apologize for shit cause you the shit and we know the Carter V the shit
This is that sorry for the wait nigga
Glock forty for them fake niggas
Throw a party every day nigga
That's an ordinary day nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa
No mi casa is su casa
My choppa go doom-da-da ay-ay-adda
In Lil Wayne and Juelz Santana's "Freestyle," Lil Wayne delivers a series of punchy verses that are characteristic of his style. In the first verse, he makes it clear that he's not sorry for keeping his fans waiting for new music. He boasts about wielding a Glock 40 pistol, throwing parties every day, and having a beautiful woman in his house. He rhymes "mi casa es su casa" to emphasize his generosity towards his guest. He concludes the verse with a reference to his gun, saying it goes "doom-da-da ay-ay-adda."
The second verse is more focused on Lil Wayne himself. He talks about how he's too legitimate a rapper to need to rely on gimmicks, but that he still has a sense of humor. He concludes the verse with lines about his girlfriend and how she is attracted to the power he holds. The final verse is more aggressive, with Lil Wayne boasting about his capabilities as a rapper and his ability to sell drugs. He teases other rappers, saying that they are weak and that he is too unique for them to copy him.
Overall, the song is filled with Lil Wayne's trademark confidence and wordplay. The beat is catchy and he flows smoothly over it. It's a classic example of how Lil Wayne's talent as a rapper has made him one of the biggest and most beloved names in hip-hop.
Line by Line Meaning
Sorry for the wait nigga
Apologizing for making fans wait for new music
Glock forty for them fake niggas
Using a gun for fake people who aren't loyal
Throw a party every day nigga
Living life to the fullest and celebrating every moment
That's an ordinary day nigga
Even an average day is filled with excitement and luxury
Bad bitch in mi casa
Having an attractive woman in his home
No mi casa is su casa
Welcoming others into his home
My choppa go doom-da-da ay-ay-adda
His gun makes a loud noise when it goes off
Tunchi bitch on my Future shit
Referring to himself by his nickname and feeling like he's on top of the world
I'm too legit I sleep on a crucifix
Being so good that people criticize him and calling himself a martyr
I wake up cranky turn into a lunatic
Waking up angry and becoming erratic
Then shoot my bitch and buy orange juice and grits
Killing his lover and then going about his day as if nothing happened
Oozie clip I need another oozie clip
Having to reload his gun after using it to kill someone
I shoot to kill these pussy niggas shooting bricks
Shooting to kill those who aren't skilled in shooting back
I'm too for real your head just a souvenir
Being so impressive that he can take someone's head as a trophy
She want to get it off her chest but her boobs too big
A woman wanting to confess but feeling physically restrained
I'm bumping Carter V on an Ipod
Listening to his own album on a personal music device
My bitch mad as hell cause it ain't out yet
His lover getting upset that the album isn't released yet
She said "soon as these niggas hear your new shit
They gon' have to give their styles back"
People copying his style after hearing his new music
I say "you too crazy" she said "you too humble"
A playful banter with his lover
I say "you too baby" she said "you too sweet"
More playful banter with his lover
Then I ask do she go both ways
Asking his lover if she's bisexual
She said they so say love is a two way street
Responding to his question about bisexuality
I say ooh
Making an exclamation sound
Talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty talk dirty to me
Asking his lover to engage in erotic conversation
Treat that girl like cuisine she gon' want to shoot scenes
Treating his lover well so that she wants to engage in intimate activities with him
Put my dick in museum I gon' die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt never dirt on my knees
Maintaining his self-respect and not submitting to anyone
I'm just serving these fiends
I sell birds to the bees I sell birds to the trees
Selling drugs to anyone who wants them
"Tune I heard you don't sleep" I'm allergic to dreams
Responding to someone's comment about his sleeping habits by saying he doesn't dream
I don't twerk but I tweak for that purp for that pink
Not dancing but using drugs for fun
Ya you see what I'm saying like you heard what I see
Expressing agreement with someone else
I'm a verbal disease I'm allergic to me
Feeling like his own words are contagious and rejecting his own personality
Been a turd on these streets since my curtains were sheets
Growing up in poverty and still struggling with his place in the world
Chefs on these beats I'm just stiring the grease
Being a master of rap and manipulating beats to create new music
And bitch you in love when she working for me
I personally get you murdered this week
Having so much influence and control that he can harm those who work for him
Like that blunt between my two fingers I'm at peace
Finding solace in smoking marijuana
Word I smirk when I squeeze
Trigger smart street smart I'm a nerd I'm a geek
Being skilled in shooting a gun and also in academics
I'm absurd I'm unique
Did my time at Cash Money time served and release
Being different and also having been signed to a record label for a period of time
But this agent ain't free word
That's just word on these streets
But that shit is old news that shit yester-week
Having to pay an agent, but not caring because he's already successful
I'm just focused, focused on my expertise
Being focused on his music career
They like "Tunechi you good" I'm like Bob yes sire
People asking if he's okay and him responding positively and humorously
Don't, I mean don't, don't question me let me breath
Not wanting to be questioned, but to be free and able to do what he wants
Dawg, big dawg, I cock back and shoot at your fleas
Being aggressive and ready to shoot anyone who challenges him
Money long tree trunk, now stand under me catch these leaves
Having a lot of money and wanting others to benefit from his wealth
I guarantee no guarantees but repeat what you heard you a dead parakeet
Not making any promises but warning others that they'll be in trouble if they repeat rumors
This Tunechi bitch your bitch Tunechi's bitch
Referring to himself as a powerful figure in the rap community
I fuck her on the balcony we watch the moon eclipse
Being intimate with his lover on a balcony while watching a lunar eclipse
We do the usual shit she gon' need lube for this
Cause I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus
Engaging in intimate activities with his lover and needing lubricant because of the size of his penis
We at the top of the world she like the view and shit
From up here everybody look the puniest
Feeling on top of the world and his lover enjoying the view
The coke got her all exuberant
She doing lines like a movie script
But these are true events lord
His lover using cocaine and his life feeling like a movie
I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put a nigga's body in an ice box
With holes in his body like socks
Being willing to kill someone and disposing of the body in a unique way
These niggas softer than, these niggas softer than nylon
So keep my name out your mouth I hope it taste like cayenne
Thinking less of those who aren't as hard as him and wanting them to stop talking about him
Looking up to the skyline
I'm thinking to my fuckin' self you only live twice slime
Reflecting on his life and considering the possibility of reincarnation
And motherfuck you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate like Iran
Disliking those who fight the law and living in a dangerous area
We put your ass on nigthtline
I'm on the grass like a python
Being in the news and enjoying nature like a snake
These niggas looking at me
These niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline but they never try mine
Being watched by others who aren't on the same level as him
Spinning like I'm sipping cyanide
Why my bitch sipping Mai Tai but she wine fine
Feeling dizzy and his lover enjoying a tropical drink
And I'm so sorry she said don't be sorry
Then she said don't apologize for shit cause you the shit and we know the Carter V the shit
Apologizing to his lover for something and her telling him not to apologize because he's so good and his album is highly anticipated
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Written by: Dwayne Michael Carter
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@danbull
I come back to this every year
@MysteriouslyUnknown
Dan bull?
@draexian530
Wear your colors on your sleeve, then. Good shit.
@guitarest452452
I remember when Wayne blew up and it was insane. Couldn't drive 3 miles without hearing 5 Wayne tracks and that's how it was for like 5 years. True legend.
@CJZup16
Thats how it was when thug motivation 101 dropped too.
@narutowindel
This is accurate
@Fabolarin
10 years*
@BodakBris66
Kanye been doing this for 20
@regularjoe5055
You really nailed that one π―, literally couldnβt hear any car radio that wasnβt playing Wayne.
@Gabsterz94
This era of lil wayne was untouchable such a legend