Lil Wayne - Lollipop

Haha Uh-huh No homo (Young Mula, baby!) I say, he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper Remix, baby! Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top That hit the spot 'Til she ask, "How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take" 'til she get to shop? Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze Tell a girl, "Like Doritos, that's not 'cho cheese" Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to lay" I can't only have one, and I ain't trying to wait This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gon' melt But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else I'ma rap like I got some type respect for myself I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help We need four more hoes, we need oh, oh, oh, oh! You know what it is when we out of town We balling too serious, and you out of bounds So come here, baby girl You're now fucking with the best in the world Lollipop The best in the world Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop World, world She— She lick me like a lollipop Shawty want a thug, thug, thug Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club) Shawty wanna hump (Shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (Shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps Shawty say she wanna lick the wrapper And she gonna lick the rapper And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor I Anita-bake her; now, she caught up in that "Rapture" I got so much chips, I swear, they call me "Hewlett Packard" I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker Greedy mother-fudge cake; now, tell me how that fudge tastes I do it for Bloods' sake—soo-woo! Think it's voodoo how that roof do di-di-dissipate Your girl want to participatem She so, so sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain And then, my diamonds are in the choir because they sing from off my chain And my Nina just joined the gang because all she do is bang Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye: pick your poison If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-Can't-Make-An-Appointment Take my lollipop and enjoy it—remix! Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!) Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club, yeah!) Shawty wanna hump (Yeah! Shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (Yeah! Shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building I've flushed out the feeling of me being the shit 'Cause I was leaving skid marks on everywhere I sit I am everywhere, I'm it, like Hide-and-Go And I can go anywhere: eeny, mini, miney, mo I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD-thing, tapedeck IPod, your girlfriend, and she say I got great sex Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex 'Cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text Haha! So wrap it up! Bu-Bu-But he's so sweet, sh-she wanna lick the wrapper Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club, club, club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Re-Re-Re-Remix, baby!) Lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) She— She lick me like a lollipop (L-Lollipop) Sh-Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)

D-Roc I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills All of my niggas outside, for real I'm 'bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real I'll be hanging outside with guerillas Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas Niggas rather be fly than realer And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up I'm in the gang for the dirty, dirty My right hand keep a .30 clip I done did some time with the murderers I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh Plot 'em every time I put up (put up) Trap house lookin' like a cookout (cookout) He was creepin' up, get the red dot, headshot I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls (Stunna, yeah, Rich Gang) Cap a slingshot on 80 shit Cherry wood in all my whips Do it big, that label shit Created shit but stayed hood rich (stayed rich) That's how we lace this shit Get money, stay break a bitch At the top of the hill, another shootout With a hundred mil', we wave that shit (we wave that shit) Chanel bag, jewelries be hundreds or mo' (hundreds or mo') And I got my whole hood on go (hood on go) Bird call, I hate a lace, then got ghost (got ghost) Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Uh, stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan Chrome Heart bust, now I weigh it underhand Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band Put a dirty hundred grand up in the laundry bag 'Bout to pop another Xan', 'bout to smoke a hundred grams I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man But the light just might be a train comin', man I had to spend some money to win some money I had the rooftop down but still had the tits up on it Weed so good, I taste up on it Lit hoe tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me Rose gold looking like ketchup on me I let that choppa ring, my holy matrimony All red like Patrick, homie Redbone, got her lashes on me I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress, homie Told bae I'm in the booth, you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime Just found out the President I voted for was already dead, slime (yeah) I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls

Tee Ayy-hey, yeah, yeah Ah-ah, ah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) Threw the dark hoodie on, like I'm Trayvon (like I'm Trayvon) I got shooters like the hoopers in my hood, like K Nunn (like K Nunn) Playin' victim, you know what you did, why you play dumb? Crazy thing, my niggas knew about it They ain't say nothin' (they ain't say nothin') This Percocet gon' get me higher (higher) I got to sleep and get to talkin' to Lerayah (Lerayah) She said, "Relax, my brodie, I've been sendin' my love" You tryna kill yourself, that's gon' result to fire Feed your soul like Lauryn Hill and some Wyclef Pray to the Lord He give me guidance in the right steps (the right steps) My shorties wild and they get live up in the night, yeah (the night, yeah) I'm from the darkness, baby, I'm so used to nightmares (feed your soul) Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up (we might tie him up) Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) Yeah, I'm on the pill, cut on Lauryn Hill On the real, my G-Wag came with six Tonka wheels Born to kill, B-flag gang, put that on my tears On my lear jet airplane, tryna pop my ears Poppin' off'll get you popped for real, you know you not for real You faker than some shiny white veneers And if it's smoke, it's just a fire drill I've been lying still, in the jungle even lions chill I make a giant kneel I heard Heaven need some volunteers, that's what I've been hearin' Hit your momma crib, like your momma feared From the bottom of my heart, my heart so bottomless, baow I'll knock your top off, son (skrrt) Ready or not, here I come (feed your soul) Tunechi Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up (we might tie him up) Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) I know you mad at me Yeah, woah, oh I know you mad Them hoes, they mad The opp, they mad One time, they mad Ha, ah-ha, ha, ha, stay mad Ha, ah-ha, ha, ha, stay mad Woah-woah, bah, bah, bah, payback Vrrr, vrrr, vrrr-vrrr, straight cash Yeah, stay mad Wit' yo' hatin' ass They mad