songs where Wayne shows his technical ability?

[cmotany]

Sqad Up 6- Uh Ohh

[cmotany]

[Lil Wayne]
Yea, ayo, I take on a gang of gangs, anythang, animal, orangutans
Gorillas turn to Bathing Apes, when I make it rain
I got a whole collection, I got a dope connection
I got a coke connection, I got a dough infection
No homo, my flow is as hard as an erection
So that's why it's "fuck the world" with protection
Haha, pay attention to the lecture
My words carry life, like a stretcher
Yea, you know young Wayne in here
Smellin teen spirit, like Kurt Cobain was here
Yea, yea, we got them thangs in here
And we will bang in here, yea, yea, yea, yea
And the bank is here Lincolns here
Grants is here, Jacksons here, Franklins here, them dead muthafuckas
And the drank is here, dank is here, stank in here
Gangstas here, wankstas fear, that red muthafucka
And my city hot, ride with the itchy cock
Coupe with the titties popped, muthafucka city cop
And I got the hater like, when will he stop?
Maybe a minute after never, set ya clocks
I'ma nut case, Uptown my birthplace
They feel me cumming like the weekend on Thursday
We got Vegas chips, nigga bet bet
I hope you boys ready, because I'm jet set
And when I cum up in the building, you already know bitch wet
Bitch wet, bitch wet, fuck nah
Hahaha

[Lil Wayne]
Yes, um.. gloves, draws, socks, tees
All made by Ralph Lauren
No shades, just my eyeballs watching them
Tattoos on top of them, igloo's for watches and, champagne for breakfast and
Sports car for lunch, and pussy for dinner
I eat rappers and call it Pussy For Dinner
Yea, that's the paprazzi, I'm in the Mazzurati
Ridin shotty, bad bitch, Clyde and Bonnie
I call her Kami, that short for kamikaze
She call me Daddy, and never short with Daddy money
It's Weezy Baby, shine like a brass monkey
I'm never broke, never have a cast on me
Always pay, always got cash on me
I gotta feed, the pockets in my pants hungry
I'ma Phantom hauler, a shooter, not a brawler
And yea girlfriend's a determinded Carter caller
Control a bitch and let a nigga hold a bitch
I put her on the corner shit, I let her make a porno flick
She will play the role again, whenever she roll again
Pop a pill, then roll again, now we on the road again
Yea, I work her, work her, tell her be my slave
Bitch I'm paid, out my cage, I just Can't Feel My Face
With Santana, we well riders, like Al Queda
Supreme Da Da, Young Mula, Bird Junior

[legendarytunechi]

[Shake]

[Tunechi Lionches]

yeezy sneakers from "i still make her recognize, make her exercise" and on

[Zimmie]

one of best verses in last 5 years for sure

[Anthony20rty]

Pardon my French
It's Weezy F., the F is for French, my heart in this shit
I’m balling my fist, counting every call that I missed
And then I looked up at the stars and they all made a wish
I’m falling forever, that just means I’m sent from heaven
Land on a broken heart, put it back together
My act together, your man heart black as leather
Me and you could get together and make nasty weather (corazón)
Her name was Marie, I met her in Paris
She a thief 'cause she stole my corazón
She love to hear it beat, I love her from her head to her feet
She my sweet sweet corazón
Warm hearted hot French missis
French kissing and she got that french dip, I frenched it
And tell your boyfriend, listen I am what you’ve been missing
Tunechi got your corozón skipping
Corazón
Au revoir

- Maître Gims - Corozon (ft. Lil Wayne and French Montana)

[cmotany]

Sqad Up 2- The Sqad In Me


Ma peep, your fucking with fire Wayne

Sqad up CMB rider, hotter than octane
See me in a drop thing
Twenty inches ties up, television wide up, holler back
I’m like Mike, I may ball but I don’t play
And pop stars gave skull, but I won’t say
And to the man that first showed me the yay
Boy I love ya to this day, cause you made me hustler
And to my sweet mother, your baby a hustler
Cause I got to get paid, one way or the other
And I got to get blades for the summer
I got to get the sick Nikes and the slick shades for the summer
I got to get the Mercedes that favor the Hummer
Cage up, all black beige in the gutter
Age just a number, hot Weeze blaze fucker
You don’t another, man
Hey, the kid ball hard honey my pockets runny
My paper too tall, I look up to my money
And you hater too small, you viewing me wrong
See the loot got larger since dude been gone
See my coupe got larger since the shoes is on
Not twenties, nineteens, but I keep them clean
And the screech like screams when I urk
Heat in the jeans of the shirt shall whistle like Nerf
And the big bullet grip you like turf
For whatever it's worth leave a nigga face first on the surface
Burst in bitch face first on purpose


Shit squirt all in her smirk
Lay good dick work all in her skirt
Make mami hip hurt walk with a twerk
Boy from the dirt so I talk with slurr, yes sir
Young weezy on fir
We gonna get ironed out now
You tally with the child and I’m firing out loud
Be easy or nines pop out
It’s Weezy for crying out loud
And it’s breezy and she ain’t got a blouse
And every time you see me the chickens got to browse
They never knew the cost of a sixth is bout a house
And chicks is by the house every day, it’s my occupation
So if you waiting to exhale
Fucking with me you might die from suffocation
I don’t ride nothing basic, I gotta lace it
I get that from Baby
Jewels is bananas
But if you ever choose to be fools then you dudes might lose your companions
Vodka and OJ, got your boy feeling like OJ
Put on a glove and stab something
No love, put a glove and jab something
Young Weezy Wee who I be, sing with me

[cmotany]

https://youtu.be/OFxJ_GOlVBw

[Skankhunt42]

Great thread. Wayne is the 🐐

[YMCMB357]

Sqad Up 2- The Sqad In Me


Ma peep, your fucking with fire Wayne

Sqad up CMB rider, hotter than octane
See me in a drop thing
Twenty inches ties up, television wide up, holler back
I’m like Mike, I may ball but I don’t play
And pop stars gave skull, but I won’t say
And to the man that first showed me the yay
Boy I love ya to this day, cause you made me hustler
And to my sweet mother, your baby a hustler
Cause I got to get paid, one way or the other
And I got to get blades for the summer
I got to get the sick Nikes and the slick shades for the summer
I got to get the Mercedes that favor the Hummer
Cage up, all black beige in the gutter
Age just a number, hot Weeze blaze fucker
You don’t another, man
Hey, the kid ball hard honey my pockets runny
My paper too tall, I look up to my money
And you hater too small, you viewing me wrong
See the loot got larger since dude been gone
See my coupe got larger since the shoes is on
Not twenties, nineteens, but I keep them clean
And the screech like screams when I urk
Heat in the jeans of the shirt shall whistle like Nerf
And the big bullet grip you like turf
For whatever it's worth leave a nigga face first on the surface
Burst in bitch face first on purpose


Shit squirt all in her smirk
Lay good dick work all in her skirt
Make mami hip hurt walk with a twerk
Boy from the dirt so I talk with slurr, yes sir
Young weezy on fir
We gonna get ironed out now
You tally with the child and I’m firing out loud
Be easy or nines pop out
It’s Weezy for crying out loud
And it’s breezy and she ain’t got a blouse
And every time you see me the chickens got to browse
They never knew the cost of a sixth is bout a house
And chicks is by the house every day, it’s my occupation
So if you waiting to exhale
Fucking with me you might die from suffocation
I don’t ride nothing basic, I gotta lace it
I get that from Baby
Jewels is bananas
But if you ever choose to be fools then you dudes might lose your companions
Vodka and OJ, got your boy feeling like OJ
Put on a glove and stab something
No love, put a glove and jab something
Young Weezy Wee who I be, sing with me

[WhiteWayne]

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