Ugh
Arms
Ayo, it’s Weezy Motherf#cking, easy with the hating
b#tch, I’m in the building, you’re just decorating
I’m just detonating, then I get blatant
More dangerous than Internet dating
Scoob got the cameras on, so I gotta show off
I’ll put your sister on, I’ll knock your bro off
Weezy spit snowballs, catch it in your face b#tch
Good-Game Wayne, man, I deserve a Naismith
Cook ‘caine game flow, dope in the vein flow
I only be smoking the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Drano, your boyfriend a lame-o
And if you stay with him, then y’all in the same boat
Deep-Water Carter, fishing for a dollar
You can join the salad, I’m splitting your tom-a-ta
Ball ’cause I gotta, you’ll love me in the morning
I told her I’m a king, them other n#gg#s Prince Charming
She love to rock my mic, she say there’s nothing like performing
Man, I’m in love with her grill. George Foreman
Forewarning: Young Money’s armed
And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn
Yeah! Take that to the bank with you
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures
Smoke weed, talk sh#t like Lane Kiffin
Whole country in recession, but Wayne different
Huh, and I’m a Maybach rider
Haven’t drove it one time, I got a cool, black driver
Can’t walk around with guns, I got a dude that got ’em
Don’t worry if I’m shooting ‘long as you don’t get shot (Arms)
And I’m a beast, I’m a pitbull
I get my #ss kissed, I get my dick pulled
I—I’m a beast, I’m a big bull
I got my money right, I got my clip full
Yeah, it’s, like, seven in the morning, n#gg#
I’m up for whoever the opponent, n#gg#
Stop the track—let me relish in the moment, n#gg#
Now, bring that m#th*rf#ck*r back, ’cause I’m zoning, n#gg#
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the b#tches worth having, then I bet we have ’em all
And man, I’m so high, it’s like an everlasting fall
And I’m charging these hoes like women basketball
Ugh! I bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite
Superhero car, like I crime-fight
I see big cheese, you n#gg#s blind mice
Ugh, T-Streets still roll with me
Still sticking to the script, like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit? We are those hitmen
He stopped running; the bullet holes didn’t
Ugh, basically, I’m still a monster
‘Til the fat lady sing—I come to kill a opera
Y’all too plain, I’m a helicopter
My words keep going, like a teleprompter
I’m a #ssh#l#—wipe me down, b#tch
I get big checks—Niketown, b#tch
Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown sh#t
And the flag red, like clown lips (Arms)
Ugh, T, I can’t stop going
Drop my best sh#t, like the Cowboys dropped Owens
I’m the best to ever do it, m#th*rf#ck*r, I know it
No Ceilings, goddammit, now the f#cking sky showing, ugh!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
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Lil Wayne Lyrics – Banned