เนื้อเพลง Alphabet - Lil Wayne

A for Angelina
Tongue like anaconda, lips like Angelina
Ohh, B is for Bianca, she was a ballerina
Now she just a stripper making singles to my singles
C is for Chiquita, put the nana on Chiquita
Introduced me to Diana, f*cked Diana with Chiquita
So D is for Diana, Diana like it deeper
So I get in her stomach like Mylanta at my leisure

And these are my b*tches, my Alphabet b*tches
Yea, these are my b*tches, my alphabet... b*tches
These are my b*tches, my alphabet b*tches
Oh, these are my b*tches, my alphabet... b*tches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone but I swear to drunk I'm not god

And the E is for Ebony, that p*ssy heavenly
Lord knows I be swimming in that thing like a aquarium
The F is for Felicia, freaky ass Felicia
Oh, I treat that p*ssy like a sleeping bag Felicia
The G is for Gina, her p*ssy so convenient, I mean it
She treat my d*ck like jalapeno and my cum like Aquafina
She need it
The H is for Holly just like Hollygrove
And the I is for Ivanka, don't let Donald know
And the J is for Joanne, I just call her Jo
What goes around, comes around, K for Karma so
These are my alphabet b*tches

Alphabet b*tches
These are my b*tches, my alphabet
These are my b*tches, my alphabet b*tches
These are my b*tches, my alphabet... b*tches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone but I swear to drunk I'm not god

The L is for Lisa, she like my libido
We do the La Bamba, I'm so multi-lingual
The M is for Melanie, she like my melodies
Don't like my baby mamas she be so negative
The N is for Natasha and my lil mama
She holler at me when she want that Oscar Myer
She got a man she tell me please do not remind her
He not romantic, I'ma scene from Casablanca
She swallow the whole enchilada
She get off her knees and say "de nada."
She ask me "what's the reason for the choppa."
Girl it's a jungle out her ask Mufasa
O is for Olivia and the P is for Patricia
And the Q is for the queen
The R is for Raven and the S for Sharlene

And these are my b*tches, my alphabet b*tches
And these are my b*tches, my alphabet b*tches
B*tches, b*tches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone but I swear to drunk I'm not god

The T for Tatianna, she can put her legs behind her
She can bend all the way over, I just thank the lord for that yoga
And the U is for Uma, the position of Suma
She so flexible we try angles like Bermuda
And the V is for Vanessa, voluputous Vanessa
The W's for Wintour, I'm under the weather
And the X is for my exes, f*ck'em altogether
The Y is for Yolanda, the Z is for Zelda
And these are my alphabet b*tches

These are my b*tches, my alphabet b*tches
These are my b*tches, my alphabet... b*tches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone, I swear to god I'm not god

Drops microphone, I'd rather park and not drive
Drops styrofoam, I can't talk I might cry
I say I be on some G sh*t, I be on some G sh*t
Check that other n*gga for that Louie shopping spree sh*t
Not me b*tch, no you won't rob me b*tch
I say I be on some G sh*t, I be on some B sh*t
When it comes to b*tches, I be on some A to Z sh*t
I'm me b*tch, it's like ABC 123 b*tch, to me b*tch
I'm the alpha, the alpha, the OG b*tch
S-O-rry for the W-A-I-T b*tch