And I just said he was a genius, you know what I’m sayin’? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. Strong as sumo, we armed as usual, my hittas hungryĬharleston Chew you, bazookas chew you, just like bazookasĭon’t confuse ’em, we only hittas, y’all only humansĭon’t get hit up, woadie (hit up, woadie, hit up, woadie)
I’m effective, been doin’ numbers since Roman numerals I got paper, on top of paper, we gon’ need rulers I got sprayers, all type of sprayers, we gon’ need Google I got shooters, on pharmacutals, they armed and brutalĪrmed intruders, ’cause we don’t doo-doo, we drop conclusions Takin’ bidders, you’ll pay niggas, don’t make a difference They get hit up, I’m placin’ figures on your niggas You got niggas but they not hittas, they got jitters I got hittas and they not kidders, that’s my niggas Weezy, where you been? The people miss you
I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (in hieroglyphics) I made some green in the past and now it’s good as golden I’m sippin’ lean out a glass, make me feel important They kick the door and kill yo’ ass and leave the children snorin’ Yeah I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie Nigga, I’m a ass with that semi, call me semicolon Goddamn, these snitches nosy, goddamn, these snitches nosy I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadieĪnd they just wait for the word, this shit like Wheel of Fortune I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (plenty woadie)
Tell ’em, I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie) I’m stickin’ to this shit, you woulda better not hop yo’ ass up Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus Then them hoes get passed down, then them hoes get passed up I could let it blast, but I much rather have one Let me get the phone and the car once it’s gassed up Money in the air, who say white men can’t jump?Ĭatch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump
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Tell ’em throw they pride out, roll them windows back up I’ma cut this music down, tell ’em put they apps up Tell ’em bring my car around, tell ’em bitches lap up Tell ’em get they iron right before Iron-Man come Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups? Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up I don’t know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? Tagged Lil Wayne Leave a comment Lil Wayne – Hittas Lyrics Oh, oh, oh, oh When I look in a little girls, eyes Oh, oh, oh When I look in a little girls, eyes You are my highest, you are my highest high You make me feel so, you make me feel alive That life is worth fighting for (Oh yeah) Now on the nights, we felt paradise overflow
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Tell them what they need to know about your daddyĪnd he know how to rap, and he good to childrens Let’s just start talking, say what you wanna sayĭon’t talk to me say what you wanna say to the mic Packs in my broad route, and I’m boilin’ water lookin’ at the clockīoilin’ water dancin’ in the pot (This that Milly Rock, boy) Tagged Bruce Leeroy, Hard Rock, Lil Wayne, Milly Rock Leave a comment Lil Wayne – Little Girl Eyes Lyrics Pills got me feelin’ like the storage dropped Had a few collision crashes then a stop, yeah Styrofoam cups, Actavis and pop and a few prescription passes from the doc My calls get cancelled, never dropped, and I’m Bone Thugs faster than the cops Had their own party splashin’, met a thot, yeah Somebody yelled, “Action!”, and I shot him Phone charger wrapped around the opp, yeah Just some Mardi Gras masks-s and some locks, uh I keep a Glock, more dough than a pizza shopĪnd the party is gettin’ crashed, then we on out That water liftin’, have to whip it while the jar float Your bitch wanna f**k me, so I kill that pussy, John Doe, woah Soon as she turned her back, I winked my eye, though Momma said, “What you doin’?,” I’m just cookin’ pot roast Haters never wanna see you get your eat on My trap house metro boomin’ (boomin’, boomin’) I’m gettin’ money, no assumin’, no excuses I could build an empire off of cookie, call me Lucious, uh Ugly, but I’m handsome in the yacht (Woo)īoilin’ water dancin’ in the pot (In the pot, boy) Boilin’ water dancin’ in the pot (Watch it lock, boy)īoilin’ water dancin’ in the pot (Watch it rock, boy)īoilin’ water dancin’ in the pot (This that Milly Rock, boy)