เนื้อเพลง Hawaii 5.0 - Lil Wayne
เนื้อเพลง Hawaii 5.0
WEED AND SYRUP THE COMBINATION
AND A INSPIRATION TO YOU P*SSY ASS N*GGAZ
I JUST REALIZED YA'LL CANT F*CK WITH ME
YOU NEVA WILL B*TCH ASS N*GGA
WEEZY F BABY
BELIVEVE THAT! HAHA Yeahhh...
I got the 24 inches sittin on them Joe b*ttons,
And the trunks straight jumpin,
B*TCH! I can't hear nuthin'
No i might do Spurs sittin' on them Tim Duncan's,
And in the Lambroghini I do doughnuts like Dunkin's.
How come every bad b*tch with tha p*ssy wanna f*ck em',
But i just feed em' drugs and just watch em' f*ck each otha,
My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was anotha,
You make her p*ssy wet I leave that b*tch with a puddle,
With my beats I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle,
Peyton Manning flow, I just go no huddle,
Baby girl gettin' straight d*ck, no cuddle,
You know i'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle,
I'mma put some D's on that b*tch!
And these hoe's starting to get like flea's on my sh*t,
Have you seen her? WHO? leanin, she's on my hip,
Yellow white diamonds call it cheese on em' grits,
You n*gga's ain't ballin',
Real talk, you n*gga's can't guard me,
Two n*gga's can't guard me,
You lookin' at Jordan,
From the side like Spike at the Garden,
I got that hardest bars, call me the warden,
Excuse me pardon, I break a b*tch down like Tanya Harding,
B*tch I'm cold not dude off Martin,
Pockets just fat like the club's enormous,
B*tch I'm fly like a magic carpet,
And b*tch I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit,
See I'mma take it and gonna bring it back to New Orleans,
And b*tch I'mma shine in the land of darkness,
In which I'mma grind til my stacks its tallest,
A wall list...
And I'm high I don't wanna know how deep the fall is,
No I can't come down,
And every time I send my girl outta town,
I put some D's on that b*tch!
I'm a certified gangster,
Hater's make me nauseous, so money make me anxious,
Listen how my words are poetic like Langston,
Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston,
But I come from Hollygrove, 17 danger zone,
So many C note's I could sing a song,
T-top coupe, lookin' like a thong,
Your girl loves my d*ck, she treats it like a bong,
I don't wanna be right if gettin high is wrong,
My eyes so low I look like I'm from Hong Kong,
Boy I got more green than a b*tch of Don Juan,
Hahaha
Ok, I'm not a rookie I'm a pro; Methazine fiend,
Make the homies say Hoe, and make all the girlies scream,
I am a vegetarian man I only eat beats,
Wear a lot of carrots and I smoke the best green,
No beef, in my grocery bag,
Just some Swisher's and a whole bunch of cans of Whoop Ass,
I'm strapped like a book-bag,
So any one of ya'll can come around and get a foot tagged,
Eat all day,
Ride all night,
Sleep no way,
Sleep when I lay
Six feet deep,
And until that day,
I'mma be livin' like it is that day.
Yeaah
I keep holdin' on,
I said b*tch I been hott,
B*tch! the stove been on,
If you don't like it I roll over and roll alone,
F*ck you and the horse that you rode in on,
Some cool shorts and my Kobe's on,
Lookin' slicker than the lane that you're bowlin' on,
If they aint told you I'm the sh*t, then they told ya wrong,
B*tch I'm bubblin' like soda foam,
In a styrofoam,
CUP,
You know whats in my styrofoam,
What,
S-Y-R-UP,
Thats my car, yep vroooom...errrr im gone!