Weezy Sunday #33

[nyberg]

Time to light up the slowest day of the week with a Weezy song..

Lil Wayne - B.M J.R

Lyrics:

SPOILER[Baby: Speaking]
Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin' about
I'm peepin' these niggas out there slippin', lookin' like
They ain't 'bout money no mo' man, so uh fuck
You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doin' ha nigga
We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say fuck em nigga
Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes
Loadin' up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full
I'm full blooded with this grind
Yeah they don't understand lil nigga

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Murder capital only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real
And niggas know I go hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got em playing dodge-ball wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off fully in the Sean John hoodie
Get fucked you play pus-sy
Ha, we hit 'em up while they lookin'
And them body shots hurt
But the head shots took him
Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em
Knock his top to his bottom jack
Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom
At the very bottom of the map
Lil Weezy-ana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta wear ya extra condom and a extra gat
Your bitch can get it for actin' like a man
And niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man
I backwards hand your man on command
In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan
I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates
Ducking the animal keeper runnin' with my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in five states
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more
Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a nigga chestpa'sub par
What the fuck they play it in the club for
Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war
No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive 'em for they know not who they pushin' Lord
Father forgive me if I have to send em to you Lord
I'm just tryin' dodge the shots they send to the God
They ridin' up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them nigga's pussy and jive not even in a eye exam they ain't lookin' for I
The A and the K will make your face crook to the side
Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from the side
Cause when you wildin' you ain't lookin' you just lookin' high
And when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato-ass nigga you lemon merengue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit busta
What up Gizzle you my distant brother
Real shit nigga same father, different mother
I skip the frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill
You not know me for nothin' other I'm somethin' other
Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills
My speeches can kill, rest in peace

[Baby: Speaking]
Yeah, you undadig shawty it's all about one thing nigga
If you bout money nigga come fuck with us
If you ain't bout no money get the fuck from 'round us nigga
And whatever you bout we bout it
Howeva you wanna get we can give it to ya nigga
All runners bitch, you undadig put your prints in nigga
Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You sleep in the field for trying the dude
I'll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food
Food for thought, think I ain't lyin' to you
I lie his body in grease, set fire to em
I tie his body in sheets put the tires to em
Make em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades
Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze
And niggas keep they ways when I'm in the streets wit blay What!
My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate
And if I ask the homeboy'll eat ya face Yea!
And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table, I keep the eight
My side pocket side ways
When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days
Birdman talk to em

[Baby: Speaking]
Yeah nigga, I tell em, I'll tell em again shawty
If it ain't bout no money get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Check my swag, I travel like sound dawg
You play hard and I’m gravel like ground dawg
I'm underground, call me groundhog
Lay down laws, call the ground law
Don't confuse me wit' the law, naw
But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R
I ain't trippin' nigga,I play the corner like Ripken nigga
With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga
Flip your vehicle, split your windshield
Whack ya baby momma but I'll let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still
Cause the lil nigga still ride on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
The Sig peel bandanas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my Cabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up say I got my land
I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana... That's the new plan

[Baby: Speaking]
Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga
That's the only way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me you undadig
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

Lil Wayne - B.M J.R 2

Lyrics:

SPOILER{Verse 1}

Yeah
When you see me in the driz I come probably on the humble
The street keep callin I gotta change my number
I'm a thunderstorm I wet shirts
Plus I'm right up in the Gulf so it can worse
Put my white up in her bra, and my burner in her purse
She get right past the law, shit we might smash tomorrow
And if there's nice cash involved I'm right there with y'all
Cash Money Records nigga, Life After Raw
Captian hard I got that hard white
Shit look marble under certain light
Who that IS?...
Weezy F. Baby ho word it right
Homie spit cool bars like Klondike
My 9 right here....I ain't lyin
He can stop the track and let me shoot one time if you don't believe me
I'm so nasty how I did them Carmelo Anthony's with the jewelry to match it...
Look like a mural on my chest
Two or three chains I plural the best
Yes...and fresh is how I'm dressed
Floss on a rack, Lacoste on my set
The easy pair of Pradas, the mean three quarters
You know the ankle lengths, no socks wit them...
Aye Stunna, them niggas better pack up
Tell em that your son be out front with backup
Bitch back up


{Verse 2}

And I am, feeling like a million dollars
No, really like a billion dollars
Curt Schilling how I pitch the powder, in a mist of riders
Still sending kites to lifers
I feel like my ice the brightest
Why I feel like my Nikes the whitest?
Young nigga tuned up like Midas
I'm ill like hepatitis, we appeal when they extradite us
Take death to fighters
And even that won't bite us nigga that don't move us
Our backs is glued up we too stuck
And you ask why my bitch stuck up?
Blood, she got crack up her butt
I back up the truck like Sonny in Bronx Tale
Or Gotti in Southside, highly intoxide, That high
Ridin on the Wildside, our side
Tell the law that I'm in a 300 Thou ride
Fuck around and my seats be cow-hide
I'm so country, my flow husky
Repo Man, faget you owe something
He must not know the repocussions
We so struggling like we po'
Cause ain't enough dough to get us equal with the white people
That's what you need to know
And I'ma tell you why you need to vote
Cause that muhfucka need to go, it's that simple

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[Lucifer]

why is BMJR part 2 never talked about like how the first one is?

[YMCMB357]

I don't think the song is really called BM JR 2

[freakjasp]

why is BMJR part 2 never talked about like how the first one is?

cause part one is much better

[back on my bullish*t]

i cant listen to this song the same anymore
cause of the weezy and baby situation

[KnockMeOut]

So many songs have been fucked up by the current situation lol

[Lil wayne prezident]

i cant listen to this song the same anymore
cause of the weezy and baby situation

[Waynasite]

Make him feel that escalade, PUT HIS FEET IN THE BLADES

[Shake]

My nigga hungry he will eat the plate and if I ask him......