Light Years
Lil Wayne Feat.Currency Lyrics

They give her bread, I give her head
I'm light years ahead, gone
They give her bread, I give her head
I'm light years ahead, gone

I know she gon' hold the gun for me
Hold it down in court
And hold her tongue for me
She swallow all my kids
Then pop a gun for me Makes some runs for me
All the way cross country
She love me, she even rep the blood for me
I said the plug trippin'
She gon' pull the plug for me, I love it
And all she know is Young Money
Her ex is always trippin'
Nigga is too clumsy

Make up on the pillow, make me wanna kill her
But she naked in the villa
Taking E I call it Sheila
I took half of a half
She took 3 like Reggie Miller
I just feel her like chinchilla
Had to kill her, bryson Tiller
I know they gon' play this over
Ankles on my shoulder
My face all in her chocha
For my bae go South Dakota
But my bae go even lower
On that roller coaster
She just want a Tesla roadster
I'ma get her somethin' slower
Bet a Bentley Truck to show her
Tinted up to hide her ass
Who in that Wraith behind her ass
You ain't even got to ask
She ain't even gotta dance
Thinkin' boutta a wider ass
And she already gotta an ass
Leave it in the doctor hands
Other niggas, not a chance
She already gotta dare
When I be in and out your ass
Baby you sound like jazz
You ask me can your partner crash
You ain't even gotta ask
I'm breaking out the powder bags
Turn into Iron Man
What happens in this house
Stays in this house don't worry 'bout that
If what happens in this house gets out
Go check your girl 'bout that
I'm 'bout to put you in my will
Where my attorney at
I ain't the type to turn my back
Got every type of Percocet
I'm working with the perfect bitch
Her body like 187
Then we come together, then we cum together
Rainy weather, ain't it heaven
Ain't no telling what I think
I think I'm ready
My lil married homie Terry talking
'bout a gangster wedding oh my god

I know she gon' hold the gun for me
Hold it down in court
And hold her tongue for me
She swallow all my kids
Then pop a gun for me
Makes some runs for me
All the way cross country
She love me, even rep the blood for me
I said the plug trippin'
She gon' pull the plug for me, I love it
And all she know is Young Money
Her ex is always trippin'
Nigga is too clumsy

Goddamn he give her bread, I give her
Head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom
He give her bread, I give her
Head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom
He give her bread, I give her
Head, I'm light years ahead, gone
He give her bread, I give her
Head, I'm light years ahead, gone
She lie in the bed, I lie
In the bed, the shower instead, yeah
We got out of the shower, got back to the bed
That's flowers in bed, that's magic
She lie in the bed, then cry in
The bed, I lie on her leg, damn
See they give her bread, I give
Her head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom

I know she gon' hold a gun for me
Always down in court and hold
Her tongue for me
She swallow all my kids and
Pop her gun for me make some runs for me
All the way across country she love me, yeah
Even wrap the blunt for me
She gon' pull the gun for me
All she know is Young Money
Ex is always trippin' niggas too clumsy
Goddamn they give her bread, I give her head
I'm light years ahead, gone

My favorite person to debate
Sports with is, um, skip Bayless
Off top like Skip Bayless
That's just the homie, you know what I mean
Like when I say the homie, I mean
Like when you goin'
To Skip Bayless, when I go
To the Skip Bayless show, there's always
More conversation off camera
And it's always like he
Can't wait for them to say 3, 2
1 and we off for him to engage
In a, um, more whatever, realer conversation
I don't know if real is
The right word, a more real
Conversation, just things like that
So you know
My favorite person to debate sports with
Skip Bayless i do have a
Second favorite as well, if it's
Not even a second favorite
But another favorite person I love
To debate sports with: Max
Kellerman that's my dude love to
Debate sports with Max Kellerman
That's my slime and every time I
Go on his show, he always got a verse
For me you know what I mean
That's the homie i'ma be alright