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Haven't tried this yet, but instead of having individual threads on each song, why not have all of the lyrics to all of the songs, in one thread?
Shout out to FlashyScn, T.tunechi, PlayingWithFire, and Tunechi Lionches
1. Tunechi's Back
SPOILERMan, fuck these niggas
Tunechi’s back, Tunechi’s back
Thats all these bitches screaming that Tunechi’s back
All eyes on me
Nigga picture I’m rollin’
Strapped up with that mac
Masked up like a goalie
Mad my bitch on that coke
She snorted 4 on the baby
Now the bitch on me
She selling pussy and pay me
They sayin’ Tunechi’s back, Tunchi’s back
And I bought them twins with me, nigga, click and clack
Lets go
Out on bail
Work on the scale
Put some change on ya head
Boy, you on sale
Yeah I see you in hell
Pop pop get well
Make breakfast cause I got you walking on egg shells
Zan with that lean
I ain't a beggin’ muthafucka
But nigga please
And I aim this muthafucka at your memories
And all my niggas bloods but we make you niggas bleed
Yeah, bloody mary
I’m the one with the money so I ain't the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I’m triple OG, Fuke splitting the sweet
Fuck bitches get money
Mission complete
Man fuck these niggas I ain't worried bout ‘em
These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out em
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madonna
But I ain't trippin, her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill
Young wild muthafucka pop you and a pill
Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
You a dead man, I get to poppin’ this bitch
Watch where your head land
I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a head stand
I’m a dog ho, camo cargo’s, semi auto’s
My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
Yeah
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait til my album drop…
2. Rollin'
SPOILERG5 sitting on the runway
Big ass chopper, call that bitch Beyonce
This for my dawgs locked down all day
Money, Power, Respect, three the hard way
I put some real niggas on their feet, boy
So they'll kill anyone for me, boy
Yeah, YMCMB boy, Young Tunechi fresh to death, Rest in Peace boy
My gat bang, your hat hang
i ride off with Mack Maine
I drink Patron straight
you niggas keep that champaige
My Pa is the Birdman
I'm rich as a white man
I come to your show, kill you and your hype, man.
We roll in, let's roll out
My bitches don't hold out
They got Marley G
I gotta buy my lil bro out
Let my dreads grow out
my bitch got a blow out
Me Casa, Su Casa, my house is a hoe house
Only fuck with real niggas
Polo, fuck that Hilfiger
Yeah i'm on a pill nigga
Feed you to my lil niggas
Shout out to my big homies, Fefe and T-Streets
Scope on that AK, make me take a sneak peak
T, roll another one
Razor blade under tongue
You aint ever seen this watch, nigga this a wonder one
you niggas is honey bun, your girlfriend a ton of fun
chopper with a drum, mother fucker get a drummer some
???????, Southern nigga diggin some
Pop that pussy for me, then wild out and give my niggas some
I'm a do my thing, i put that on Nicki Minaj
I need a bad redbone to come give my dick a massage
I'm talkin big money, i'm talkin heavy weight
I cut down on the syrup, now i'm in better shape
I'm from New Orleans nigga, Where you ain't ever safe
You fuck with me, i drop you off in front of Heavens gates
Ok, jump off a building, jump out a window
Smoke like a junkie, and fuck like a nympho
Drink like a goldfish, thats right you know this
Hold up, click clack ok i'm reloaded
Fuck with Lil Tunechi, I'm good, i'm Gucci
Wild out, thats right you get i hit you with that Dougie(?)
My money too long nigga, my weed too strong nigga
Fuck everybody, i'm in my own zone nigga
And everytime you see me, i'm wet and i'm rollin
Tunechi, rest in peace, fresh to death and i'm rollin
Bout to fuck a bitch i just met, and she Rollin
Nigga we Rollin, Nigga i'm Rollin
Gotta keep a towel, i'm a sweat cause i'm Rollin
Going at a bitch nigga neck, cause i'm Rollin
Damn ma, i ain't cum yet, cause i'm Rollin
Bitch, I'm Rollin
Young Mula, Baby
Sorry 4 The Wait...
3. Throwed Off
SPOILERYeah
Ok, I walk up in the club
Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm
With a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I
G-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid
And my watch is a Franck Muller
I’m reppin’ young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts
With money stacks and large amounts
What the fuck you niggas talkin’ bout
Cause we ain’t tryin’ talk it out
Pistol hangin’ out my jeans
It ain’t a thing
Lets spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing
And let it ring and then I’m out
Yeah, you know what I’m sippin’
Purple got me trippin’
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I’m on South Beach chillin’
And I’m tryin’ to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib
And make her fuck everybody
You know the team
It’s Young Money over everybody
In the rap game
So it’s fuck everybody
[Lil Wayne]
Married to the mob
Bury you alive
My girl pussy feel like
Heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin’ babysitter, yeah
I be doin’ me, don’t give a fuck bout what you doin’
Blood gang bitch, big B’s, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin’ to it
Bullets fuck your body up
They ain’t even tryna view it
I go tough, I go stupid
Murk your pussy ass and
Everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a pool stick
Make you swallow tooth picks
Fuckin’ right, we ruthless
We done watched too many movies
Then smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then deuces
We don’t know what truce is
That bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red like bruises
Shoot ya head with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I ain’t a dealer, I’m a user
Ya dig
I load up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don’t give a fuck, and we ain’t never did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him live
I’m in my own zone, it got me throwed off
I break these bitches down
I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name
I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology
Sorry For The Wait
4. Gucci Gucci
SPOILER“One big room full of bad bitches” x8
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
They say numbers don’t lie
Bitch, I’m not the one
Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream
And you get in every page in this magazine
Bumping UGK, talking about a murder
We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving
I got p-ssy on the way and p-ssy on the way out
Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi, Tunechi, toaster, tooly
F-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
Glock for Tini, nina colada
Suck, swallow, semen, saliva
I’m going at your collar
F-ck you hoe niggas!
Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like I’m a f-cking dope dealer
You’re a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches..
(I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches)
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Back where I started on my set, in black
All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
We don’t pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
If you’re scared go to church and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children, now don’t be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest.
I’m a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby
And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato
My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
I got the world in my hands, skateboard n’ my vans
And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran
I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can
Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait, man
I’m just saying..
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches..
5. Marvins Room
SPOILERDana texted me and said she wants
To see me. And send a picture of her
And a mirror. No clothes on, of course
And she want that dope dick. Hello, world
I’m the dope dealer. I love it when
She talk crazy. That dick make her walk crazy
That last time was awesome. All the lines
We crossed them. I ain’t a killer but
Don’t push me. I OJ Simpsoned that pussy
That’s the shit, pussy taste so good
Make you smack your lips. I don’t know
About you, but I’m a beast with mine
She said she wait for the Carter 69
I told her “Sorry 4 The Wait”
I value her time like an Audemars-Piguet
And we gonna stay current like the water
In the lake. Yeah, we gonna walk around
Like we fucking in a circle
Pardon the slur, that’s the purple
Feel so real like it’s virtual
Any kind of position, she’s first to
And she take it every way except personal
Yeah that’s my bitch, pussy wetter than
A wishing well. I wish I was in it right now
Instead of making this song. Hut one, hut two
I run it in the endzone. Don’t trip when I say
I can’t see you. And she say she working on
Her career. Smoke got her eyes looking like
She from Korea. We floating
But I’mma rock the boat like Aaliyah
RIP, shorty got me. Shorty knows I fuck her
With her hard body. Shorty fine by me
Spend some time by me
It’s a jungle out there, come and climb my tree
I know it’s on your mind, fine, we can do
Whatever that is. She tell me that it’s fine
I said fine. Shit, I was taught to live
And let live. So live it up baby
Giddiup baby, it’s your world, ain’t trying
To interrupt, but maybe we moving too fast
But fuck it, let’s crash. One day
We gonna have to leave our love in the past
But for now I feel lovely, I feel great
Slide in you: safe
Yeah, all that good shit
No I ain’t a player, I just play by the bush
And I know what I’m doing, she loves
How I do it. She throw that ass back and
She never over-do it. She call me “baby” and
I call her “B” - sorry for the wait
Carter 4 on the way! August 29th.....
6. Sure Thing
SPOILERahhh, twist made me do this
Uhhh, Kush in the swisher. Money over bitches,
Never kill a woman, unless she a witness,
All about my business, survival of the fittest,
She let me hide my weed in her titties.
Bitch I got the cash, in a rubberband
I got the glock already cocked. BOOM
Fuckin with a nigga meet my mother fucking goons
sorry for the wait, carter 4 coming soon
light it up cuz im a smoka
she tried to deep throat I fucked around and choked her
It's young money mother fucker game over
shots leave ya body lookin like you doing yoga
and lord knows im a sinner, pain pills for dinner
bitch im gettin money like I got a money printer
Got a chopper and trimmer, shooting like Jimmer
You comin in that water boy you better be a swimmer
I ain't worried about y'all, Im sittin in my hall?
While miss anita? baker ??????
I cam straight outta jail and did my thang on these boys
and we all yell fuck you bitch and kept goin
I'm on and that's right baby,
and I aint goin out this bitch without a fight baby
one request, please don't bite baby
I got some bomb ass pussy from a white lady
I ain't lyin, imma shine like a nikel or a dime
And i smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off my mind
Girl, stop talkin that shit go and suck a nigga dick for a new outfit
and even if the skky come fallin,
bitch imma still be high
I got faith in my weed man
My lil niggas got yay by the bean bag
Hit yo ass from the side like a screen pass
and that red bandanna is the team flag
yea, all up in yo fuckin face
Tez pushed the album back, SORRY 4 THE WAIT
Yea, Yea, Yea, uh-huh
7. Grove Street Party
SPOILERI got a whole lot of money
Pop that p-ssy for me
My homie got that yopper
He’ll bang it at a copper
Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Stove on my waist
Cook your ass up gourmet
All-black .44 – do you want foreplay?
I’m going at your face like Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you know my flag rose
Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose
No Limit Records: We so ’bout it ’bout it
I’m higher than a bitch
Feel like a climbed a f-cking mountain
Illest nigga you know, my accountants still counting
Shots hit him a minute ago
But his body’s still bouncing
Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red
Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher
Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher!
I live in Miami, nigga
I’ll South Beach ya
Robin Leach, uh – that’s how we ballin
You know that I’m loaded but please don’t take a sweeter
Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on your money
Tell them hoes we coming
Before we get it popping
We ain’t saving hoes, we swapping
Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Big head Desert Eagle, call it “shotty”
How’d you get that money?
Stunna taught me that
The zan took me under
Patron brought me back
I’m leaning on you muthaf-ckers
Like I caught a flat
And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat
What the lick read? I’m in the big league
I’m a breath of fresh air
Let the bitch breathe!
I’m trying to chillax
But I had to do it, dev
I’m at the funeral like
“I had to do it, rev!”
Mack you my big brother
I split a wig for you
Put that on ? repeat
Until they bury me
Moment of clarity: yeah
That’s my diamond game
I keep a fine bitch
Cause I like the finer things
F-ck with me slime
No brain on the whip
I’ve got nothing in mind
Carter 4, they ain’t f-cking with mine
I drop that Sorry 4 The Wait
To make up for the time
[Verse 2 - Lil B]
Yeah I do my thang, bitch wassup?
Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers
Iced out chain, bitch
I’m rich off that same shit
See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, it’s Christmas
Straight Westside, Bay Area
Bitch, I’ll graze em
Gritty boy shit, BasedGod from the angles
On like a cradle and you niggas can’t stop me
Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky.
Bitches still Westside
Shouts out to Weezy
Young BasedGod with that .55 heater
187 bitch, I put it to 11 bitch
With that tiny shirt mane
And the tiny pants mane
I’m on BasedWorld and I f-ck with cash Money my niggas.
Don’t understand man
The game like a chain
Woo woo! Swag, bitch, Brang-dang-dang man
Off the top, I’m a Wolfpack hitter
My life just a painting
And I paint you a picture, mane
Thing about it: a young paid-ass nigga
This that stunt music: bitch, I just do’s it
It’s Lil B and I’ll muthaf-ckin prove it
We runnin’
8. Racks
SPOILERI can't fuck with hoe niggas
I can't trust these hoes, neither
Wake up early in the morning, eat that pussy like cold pizza
Hate ass nigga, we balla blockin, acting like some goal keepers
There's a reason for everything, But my niggas kill for no reason
Camo shorts with a hoe beater, all black hunny, i'm Grim Reeper
Look like it's time for the spring cleaning, brand new spankin street sweeper
Been in the game, i'm knee deep. i like good head, i like good reefer
All my niggas strapped and ready, to set it off, Queen Latifa.
Got a chopper with a drum, Split swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald Trump, Double barrel on that pump
This kusher guy ain't no chump, get stupid and get stomped
Two guns, i call em criss cross, criss cross will make you jump
Gotta do what a nigga gotta do, Got goons ain't even gotta shoot
Got a buncha bad bitches by the pool, I like my bitches in two's
Got to go, i stick it and move, G-Code, i stick to the rules
Last night i got so high, i swear to god i went to the moon
I'm on that shit you can't get nowhere, you pussy boy don't go there
If i don't do nothin, i'ma ball; No hair
Smokin on that oh yeah, My niggas tote that hardware
What you bout, whooty? my niggas bout that warfare
Real nigga since Day 1, Cause i ain't promised Day 2
Throw that pussy at me, Bitch i think i'm Babe Ruth
Drop top Maybach on the way, Yeah thats new Land O' Lake(?)
She let me into her jungle, im gon' hit her with that rattle snake
Guns clap like patty cake, Blood gang red bandana face
Make them pussies pop themself, you can call that masturbate
I don't front, no paracate? I get high, i gravitate
Weezy F Baby, bitch, the F is for Fascinate
Lousiana, i'm from that swamp, i'm gon pull this bitch out and dump
Better run like Forrest Gump, Fuck you and where you from
Three, Two, i am the One, Job well done
I ball 24/7, 365 twelve ones
Wussup redbone, wussup caramel
Come to Wayne's world, it's a fairy tail
Yeah i'm high bitch, bitch i para sail
Carter IV is late, Sorry 4 The Wait..
Thank You...
9. Hands Up
SPOILERLet’s get f-cked up
On the road to riches you’re just a speed bump
Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up
We smoke a tree down til it’s just a tree stump
That Eastside nigga, bang on you bitches
I’m going at your neck strangle you bitches
Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass bitches
And I stay burned out like a bad transmission
I’m on, like the lights I lights up
The kush, knocked out, Mike Tyson fight
I’m talking about ass and titties
Sex and the City
Weezy F Baby and the F is for “forget it”
I’m loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
Up and some fine dime, then she give me Einstein
Young Money motherf-cker, yeah we picked the fine time
I’ma 17, nigga. Bitch, I don’t mind a dime
And I just ended up on every bitch’s sex list
Genie in the bottle, get a muthaf-ckin dead wish
Thugga in this bitch, he say f-ck y’all niggas
Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga
Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga
Let Nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga
Yeah I keep the Brian Pumper, no homo
The shit I’m on got the world moving in slow-mo
Man, I told Mack I was gonna do it
Above the law, but under the influence
Man, I was on my skateboard
Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room
Got behind her like a shadow
I had her ass up in the air
I swear got-I swear I got the largest clip up in the world
Right here in my Gat
And I wish a nigga play
I’mma bust a nigga ass
Hate Young Money? Then f-ck you in the ass
187 and a hockey mask, YMCMB gon’ ball
Til we fall. And this f-ck all y’all
Ball til we fall. And this f-ck all y’all
We straight, sorry for the wait...
10. Sorry 4 The Wait
SPOILERAin't Nobody fucking with me
First degree murder, you can get your degree
Motherfucker
And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman
Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon hate
Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake
I hit it from the back
And make that bitch about face
And then I gotta split
Im sorry baby, sour grapes
She wine, baby dont leave
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
Im talking about money and the power
Power and the money
This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy
Ima run this shit till im the last man runnin
Mack light that shit, then pass that to me
Young Money motherfucker yeah
We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis
Dont love that bitch, I fucked that ho
She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe
And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind
They say numbers dont lie, is that a 6 or a 9?
I stand infront of the clock
Cause im ahead of the time
Knock your pussy ass off
And send your head to your mom
I ain't playing with niggas, no sir not me
And they can't blindfold what my third eye see
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird im free
And the coupe transform, no Tyrese
Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne?
Im somewhere inbetween joy and pain
And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds
Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground
Now ain't that about a bitch?
It ain't never about a bitch
Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch
Backed up by a bunch of G ass niggas
Just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga
Eagle street where the real niggas hung
Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come
Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the punch
Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts
Fuck yall for real though
Sleep with the hammer under the pillow
Get into the room, bend her over lock her elbows
Soon as im done peel off like velcrow, Gone
Baby im stoned, smoking on the strong
Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hoodie
Can't use that phone
Stopped at the light and put the roof back on
One time for the G's, the niggas got the lock
The niggas with the keys, The niggas on the block
The niggas with the P's and Q's
Put your bitch on the evening news
Jumping in the game better read the rules
High as a bitch yeah thats me on the moon
Fuck with me that soon, not late
And Im sorry for the motherfucking wait
Tunechi
11. Inkredible Remix
SPOILER Wayne's Verse
All Red Plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppa's out, ding dong
Didn't i change the game and put my motherfucking team on?
I let my choppa ring, ? is my ringtone
Fuck you hoe ass nigga's, I get money and get over hoes
We ?-court with them heaters, pop, case open close
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid fat, double stuffed oreo's
And I get loaded 'till I motherfucking overload
Been rapping, flow still tight like aerobics clothes
Ask them bitches, I told them hoes
They back it up like Sunny Drive, and Bronx Tale closure though
Lighter in my pocket, like a skyrocket,
Pullin' hammers out and run them nigga's like stockings
Got some nigga's from my city, Thugga, Dizzy, Flo
Sorry for the wait, coming soon, Carter 4; biotch
12. IDK
SPOILER There really isn't any lyrics to this lol
Feel free to add lyrics into your comments below.
Shout out to FlashyScn, T.tunechi, PlayingWithFire, and Tunechi Lionches
1. Tunechi's Back
SPOILERMan, fuck these niggas
Tunechi’s back, Tunechi’s back
Thats all these bitches screaming that Tunechi’s back
All eyes on me
Nigga picture I’m rollin’
Strapped up with that mac
Masked up like a goalie
Mad my bitch on that coke
She snorted 4 on the baby
Now the bitch on me
She selling pussy and pay me
They sayin’ Tunechi’s back, Tunchi’s back
And I bought them twins with me, nigga, click and clack
Lets go
Out on bail
Work on the scale
Put some change on ya head
Boy, you on sale
Yeah I see you in hell
Pop pop get well
Make breakfast cause I got you walking on egg shells
Zan with that lean
I ain't a beggin’ muthafucka
But nigga please
And I aim this muthafucka at your memories
And all my niggas bloods but we make you niggas bleed
Yeah, bloody mary
I’m the one with the money so I ain't the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I’m triple OG, Fuke splitting the sweet
Fuck bitches get money
Mission complete
Man fuck these niggas I ain't worried bout ‘em
These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out em
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madonna
But I ain't trippin, her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill
Young wild muthafucka pop you and a pill
Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
You a dead man, I get to poppin’ this bitch
Watch where your head land
I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a head stand
I’m a dog ho, camo cargo’s, semi auto’s
My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
Yeah
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait til my album drop…
2. Rollin'
SPOILERG5 sitting on the runway
Big ass chopper, call that bitch Beyonce
This for my dawgs locked down all day
Money, Power, Respect, three the hard way
I put some real niggas on their feet, boy
So they'll kill anyone for me, boy
Yeah, YMCMB boy, Young Tunechi fresh to death, Rest in Peace boy
My gat bang, your hat hang
i ride off with Mack Maine
I drink Patron straight
you niggas keep that champaige
My Pa is the Birdman
I'm rich as a white man
I come to your show, kill you and your hype, man.
We roll in, let's roll out
My bitches don't hold out
They got Marley G
I gotta buy my lil bro out
Let my dreads grow out
my bitch got a blow out
Me Casa, Su Casa, my house is a hoe house
Only fuck with real niggas
Polo, fuck that Hilfiger
Yeah i'm on a pill nigga
Feed you to my lil niggas
Shout out to my big homies, Fefe and T-Streets
Scope on that AK, make me take a sneak peak
T, roll another one
Razor blade under tongue
You aint ever seen this watch, nigga this a wonder one
you niggas is honey bun, your girlfriend a ton of fun
chopper with a drum, mother fucker get a drummer some
???????, Southern nigga diggin some
Pop that pussy for me, then wild out and give my niggas some
I'm a do my thing, i put that on Nicki Minaj
I need a bad redbone to come give my dick a massage
I'm talkin big money, i'm talkin heavy weight
I cut down on the syrup, now i'm in better shape
I'm from New Orleans nigga, Where you ain't ever safe
You fuck with me, i drop you off in front of Heavens gates
Ok, jump off a building, jump out a window
Smoke like a junkie, and fuck like a nympho
Drink like a goldfish, thats right you know this
Hold up, click clack ok i'm reloaded
Fuck with Lil Tunechi, I'm good, i'm Gucci
Wild out, thats right you get i hit you with that Dougie(?)
My money too long nigga, my weed too strong nigga
Fuck everybody, i'm in my own zone nigga
And everytime you see me, i'm wet and i'm rollin
Tunechi, rest in peace, fresh to death and i'm rollin
Bout to fuck a bitch i just met, and she Rollin
Nigga we Rollin, Nigga i'm Rollin
Gotta keep a towel, i'm a sweat cause i'm Rollin
Going at a bitch nigga neck, cause i'm Rollin
Damn ma, i ain't cum yet, cause i'm Rollin
Bitch, I'm Rollin
Young Mula, Baby
Sorry 4 The Wait...
3. Throwed Off
SPOILERYeah
Ok, I walk up in the club
Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm
With a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I
G-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid
And my watch is a Franck Muller
I’m reppin’ young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts
With money stacks and large amounts
What the fuck you niggas talkin’ bout
Cause we ain’t tryin’ talk it out
Pistol hangin’ out my jeans
It ain’t a thing
Lets spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing
And let it ring and then I’m out
Yeah, you know what I’m sippin’
Purple got me trippin’
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I’m on South Beach chillin’
And I’m tryin’ to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib
And make her fuck everybody
You know the team
It’s Young Money over everybody
In the rap game
So it’s fuck everybody
[Lil Wayne]
Married to the mob
Bury you alive
My girl pussy feel like
Heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin’ babysitter, yeah
I be doin’ me, don’t give a fuck bout what you doin’
Blood gang bitch, big B’s, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin’ to it
Bullets fuck your body up
They ain’t even tryna view it
I go tough, I go stupid
Murk your pussy ass and
Everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a pool stick
Make you swallow tooth picks
Fuckin’ right, we ruthless
We done watched too many movies
Then smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then deuces
We don’t know what truce is
That bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red like bruises
Shoot ya head with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I ain’t a dealer, I’m a user
Ya dig
I load up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don’t give a fuck, and we ain’t never did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him live
I’m in my own zone, it got me throwed off
I break these bitches down
I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name
I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology
Sorry For The Wait
4. Gucci Gucci
SPOILER“One big room full of bad bitches” x8
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
They say numbers don’t lie
Bitch, I’m not the one
Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream
And you get in every page in this magazine
Bumping UGK, talking about a murder
We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving
I got p-ssy on the way and p-ssy on the way out
Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi, Tunechi, toaster, tooly
F-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
Glock for Tini, nina colada
Suck, swallow, semen, saliva
I’m going at your collar
F-ck you hoe niggas!
Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like I’m a f-cking dope dealer
You’re a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches..
(I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches)
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Back where I started on my set, in black
All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
We don’t pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
If you’re scared go to church and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children, now don’t be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest.
I’m a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby
And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato
My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
I got the world in my hands, skateboard n’ my vans
And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran
I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can
Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait, man
I’m just saying..
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches..
5. Marvins Room
SPOILERDana texted me and said she wants
To see me. And send a picture of her
And a mirror. No clothes on, of course
And she want that dope dick. Hello, world
I’m the dope dealer. I love it when
She talk crazy. That dick make her walk crazy
That last time was awesome. All the lines
We crossed them. I ain’t a killer but
Don’t push me. I OJ Simpsoned that pussy
That’s the shit, pussy taste so good
Make you smack your lips. I don’t know
About you, but I’m a beast with mine
She said she wait for the Carter 69
I told her “Sorry 4 The Wait”
I value her time like an Audemars-Piguet
And we gonna stay current like the water
In the lake. Yeah, we gonna walk around
Like we fucking in a circle
Pardon the slur, that’s the purple
Feel so real like it’s virtual
Any kind of position, she’s first to
And she take it every way except personal
Yeah that’s my bitch, pussy wetter than
A wishing well. I wish I was in it right now
Instead of making this song. Hut one, hut two
I run it in the endzone. Don’t trip when I say
I can’t see you. And she say she working on
Her career. Smoke got her eyes looking like
She from Korea. We floating
But I’mma rock the boat like Aaliyah
RIP, shorty got me. Shorty knows I fuck her
With her hard body. Shorty fine by me
Spend some time by me
It’s a jungle out there, come and climb my tree
I know it’s on your mind, fine, we can do
Whatever that is. She tell me that it’s fine
I said fine. Shit, I was taught to live
And let live. So live it up baby
Giddiup baby, it’s your world, ain’t trying
To interrupt, but maybe we moving too fast
But fuck it, let’s crash. One day
We gonna have to leave our love in the past
But for now I feel lovely, I feel great
Slide in you: safe
Yeah, all that good shit
No I ain’t a player, I just play by the bush
And I know what I’m doing, she loves
How I do it. She throw that ass back and
She never over-do it. She call me “baby” and
I call her “B” - sorry for the wait
Carter 4 on the way! August 29th.....
6. Sure Thing
SPOILERahhh, twist made me do this
Uhhh, Kush in the swisher. Money over bitches,
Never kill a woman, unless she a witness,
All about my business, survival of the fittest,
She let me hide my weed in her titties.
Bitch I got the cash, in a rubberband
I got the glock already cocked. BOOM
Fuckin with a nigga meet my mother fucking goons
sorry for the wait, carter 4 coming soon
light it up cuz im a smoka
she tried to deep throat I fucked around and choked her
It's young money mother fucker game over
shots leave ya body lookin like you doing yoga
and lord knows im a sinner, pain pills for dinner
bitch im gettin money like I got a money printer
Got a chopper and trimmer, shooting like Jimmer
You comin in that water boy you better be a swimmer
I ain't worried about y'all, Im sittin in my hall?
While miss anita? baker ??????
I cam straight outta jail and did my thang on these boys
and we all yell fuck you bitch and kept goin
I'm on and that's right baby,
and I aint goin out this bitch without a fight baby
one request, please don't bite baby
I got some bomb ass pussy from a white lady
I ain't lyin, imma shine like a nikel or a dime
And i smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off my mind
Girl, stop talkin that shit go and suck a nigga dick for a new outfit
and even if the skky come fallin,
bitch imma still be high
I got faith in my weed man
My lil niggas got yay by the bean bag
Hit yo ass from the side like a screen pass
and that red bandanna is the team flag
yea, all up in yo fuckin face
Tez pushed the album back, SORRY 4 THE WAIT
Yea, Yea, Yea, uh-huh
7. Grove Street Party
SPOILERI got a whole lot of money
Pop that p-ssy for me
My homie got that yopper
He’ll bang it at a copper
Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Stove on my waist
Cook your ass up gourmet
All-black .44 – do you want foreplay?
I’m going at your face like Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you know my flag rose
Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose
No Limit Records: We so ’bout it ’bout it
I’m higher than a bitch
Feel like a climbed a f-cking mountain
Illest nigga you know, my accountants still counting
Shots hit him a minute ago
But his body’s still bouncing
Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red
Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher
Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher!
I live in Miami, nigga
I’ll South Beach ya
Robin Leach, uh – that’s how we ballin
You know that I’m loaded but please don’t take a sweeter
Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on your money
Tell them hoes we coming
Before we get it popping
We ain’t saving hoes, we swapping
Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Big head Desert Eagle, call it “shotty”
How’d you get that money?
Stunna taught me that
The zan took me under
Patron brought me back
I’m leaning on you muthaf-ckers
Like I caught a flat
And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat
What the lick read? I’m in the big league
I’m a breath of fresh air
Let the bitch breathe!
I’m trying to chillax
But I had to do it, dev
I’m at the funeral like
“I had to do it, rev!”
Mack you my big brother
I split a wig for you
Put that on ? repeat
Until they bury me
Moment of clarity: yeah
That’s my diamond game
I keep a fine bitch
Cause I like the finer things
F-ck with me slime
No brain on the whip
I’ve got nothing in mind
Carter 4, they ain’t f-cking with mine
I drop that Sorry 4 The Wait
To make up for the time
[Verse 2 - Lil B]
Yeah I do my thang, bitch wassup?
Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers
Iced out chain, bitch
I’m rich off that same shit
See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, it’s Christmas
Straight Westside, Bay Area
Bitch, I’ll graze em
Gritty boy shit, BasedGod from the angles
On like a cradle and you niggas can’t stop me
Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky.
Bitches still Westside
Shouts out to Weezy
Young BasedGod with that .55 heater
187 bitch, I put it to 11 bitch
With that tiny shirt mane
And the tiny pants mane
I’m on BasedWorld and I f-ck with cash Money my niggas.
Don’t understand man
The game like a chain
Woo woo! Swag, bitch, Brang-dang-dang man
Off the top, I’m a Wolfpack hitter
My life just a painting
And I paint you a picture, mane
Thing about it: a young paid-ass nigga
This that stunt music: bitch, I just do’s it
It’s Lil B and I’ll muthaf-ckin prove it
We runnin’
8. Racks
SPOILERI can't fuck with hoe niggas
I can't trust these hoes, neither
Wake up early in the morning, eat that pussy like cold pizza
Hate ass nigga, we balla blockin, acting like some goal keepers
There's a reason for everything, But my niggas kill for no reason
Camo shorts with a hoe beater, all black hunny, i'm Grim Reeper
Look like it's time for the spring cleaning, brand new spankin street sweeper
Been in the game, i'm knee deep. i like good head, i like good reefer
All my niggas strapped and ready, to set it off, Queen Latifa.
Got a chopper with a drum, Split swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald Trump, Double barrel on that pump
This kusher guy ain't no chump, get stupid and get stomped
Two guns, i call em criss cross, criss cross will make you jump
Gotta do what a nigga gotta do, Got goons ain't even gotta shoot
Got a buncha bad bitches by the pool, I like my bitches in two's
Got to go, i stick it and move, G-Code, i stick to the rules
Last night i got so high, i swear to god i went to the moon
I'm on that shit you can't get nowhere, you pussy boy don't go there
If i don't do nothin, i'ma ball; No hair
Smokin on that oh yeah, My niggas tote that hardware
What you bout, whooty? my niggas bout that warfare
Real nigga since Day 1, Cause i ain't promised Day 2
Throw that pussy at me, Bitch i think i'm Babe Ruth
Drop top Maybach on the way, Yeah thats new Land O' Lake(?)
She let me into her jungle, im gon' hit her with that rattle snake
Guns clap like patty cake, Blood gang red bandana face
Make them pussies pop themself, you can call that masturbate
I don't front, no paracate? I get high, i gravitate
Weezy F Baby, bitch, the F is for Fascinate
Lousiana, i'm from that swamp, i'm gon pull this bitch out and dump
Better run like Forrest Gump, Fuck you and where you from
Three, Two, i am the One, Job well done
I ball 24/7, 365 twelve ones
Wussup redbone, wussup caramel
Come to Wayne's world, it's a fairy tail
Yeah i'm high bitch, bitch i para sail
Carter IV is late, Sorry 4 The Wait..
Thank You...
9. Hands Up
SPOILERLet’s get f-cked up
On the road to riches you’re just a speed bump
Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up
We smoke a tree down til it’s just a tree stump
That Eastside nigga, bang on you bitches
I’m going at your neck strangle you bitches
Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass bitches
And I stay burned out like a bad transmission
I’m on, like the lights I lights up
The kush, knocked out, Mike Tyson fight
I’m talking about ass and titties
Sex and the City
Weezy F Baby and the F is for “forget it”
I’m loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
Up and some fine dime, then she give me Einstein
Young Money motherf-cker, yeah we picked the fine time
I’ma 17, nigga. Bitch, I don’t mind a dime
And I just ended up on every bitch’s sex list
Genie in the bottle, get a muthaf-ckin dead wish
Thugga in this bitch, he say f-ck y’all niggas
Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga
Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga
Let Nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga
Yeah I keep the Brian Pumper, no homo
The shit I’m on got the world moving in slow-mo
Man, I told Mack I was gonna do it
Above the law, but under the influence
Man, I was on my skateboard
Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room
Got behind her like a shadow
I had her ass up in the air
I swear got-I swear I got the largest clip up in the world
Right here in my Gat
And I wish a nigga play
I’mma bust a nigga ass
Hate Young Money? Then f-ck you in the ass
187 and a hockey mask, YMCMB gon’ ball
Til we fall. And this f-ck all y’all
Ball til we fall. And this f-ck all y’all
We straight, sorry for the wait...
10. Sorry 4 The Wait
SPOILERAin't Nobody fucking with me
First degree murder, you can get your degree
Motherfucker
And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman
Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon hate
Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake
I hit it from the back
And make that bitch about face
And then I gotta split
Im sorry baby, sour grapes
She wine, baby dont leave
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
Im talking about money and the power
Power and the money
This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy
Ima run this shit till im the last man runnin
Mack light that shit, then pass that to me
Young Money motherfucker yeah
We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis
Dont love that bitch, I fucked that ho
She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe
And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind
They say numbers dont lie, is that a 6 or a 9?
I stand infront of the clock
Cause im ahead of the time
Knock your pussy ass off
And send your head to your mom
I ain't playing with niggas, no sir not me
And they can't blindfold what my third eye see
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird im free
And the coupe transform, no Tyrese
Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne?
Im somewhere inbetween joy and pain
And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds
Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground
Now ain't that about a bitch?
It ain't never about a bitch
Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch
Backed up by a bunch of G ass niggas
Just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga
Eagle street where the real niggas hung
Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come
Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the punch
Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts
Fuck yall for real though
Sleep with the hammer under the pillow
Get into the room, bend her over lock her elbows
Soon as im done peel off like velcrow, Gone
Baby im stoned, smoking on the strong
Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hoodie
Can't use that phone
Stopped at the light and put the roof back on
One time for the G's, the niggas got the lock
The niggas with the keys, The niggas on the block
The niggas with the P's and Q's
Put your bitch on the evening news
Jumping in the game better read the rules
High as a bitch yeah thats me on the moon
Fuck with me that soon, not late
And Im sorry for the motherfucking wait
Tunechi
11. Inkredible Remix
SPOILER Wayne's Verse
All Red Plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppa's out, ding dong
Didn't i change the game and put my motherfucking team on?
I let my choppa ring, ? is my ringtone
Fuck you hoe ass nigga's, I get money and get over hoes
We ?-court with them heaters, pop, case open close
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid fat, double stuffed oreo's
And I get loaded 'till I motherfucking overload
Been rapping, flow still tight like aerobics clothes
Ask them bitches, I told them hoes
They back it up like Sunny Drive, and Bronx Tale closure though
Lighter in my pocket, like a skyrocket,
Pullin' hammers out and run them nigga's like stockings
Got some nigga's from my city, Thugga, Dizzy, Flo
Sorry for the wait, coming soon, Carter 4; biotch
12. IDK
SPOILER There really isn't any lyrics to this lol
Feel free to add lyrics into your comments below.
#NoAssKissin'
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