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John (If I Die Today) Lyrics - Artist : Lil Wayne
Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking 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 it 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 I ain't come 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 Prepare 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 I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Big black, and an icy watch Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick 'em off they might high, swish! I'm swimming in a yellow bitch, boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time Drop? Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected I got killers in Chicago I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts Cause 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 fox Big b's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks You're fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck Empty the clip, then roll the window up Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas cinnabun I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna come 200 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 your 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 ya apart than I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon' bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 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, I got gifts for 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, motherfuck huddle up I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car Yeah |
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