Lil Wayne spilled lean on my carpet - 870glizzy

Let's pray for the people we just lost (yeah) Goddammit! Say... Woo! Woah Oh! Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side Mr. Always High, but nigga, you can call me "Slime" Drippin' Evian, Fiji, I'm a water slide Pockets fatter than a greedy nigga on a diet Nina on my side, but she say you can call her "Nine" Divas on my side, so many they could form a line Strippers on my side and I got 'em performin' live Hot girl in the bed and she prefer the warmer side Pistol on my side, I'm talkin' 'bout the Army kind Cita, that's my moms, only had her in father time Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear it harmonize Numbers don't lie, the Number One Stun- never mind Tunechi in this bitch, eyes lookin' like Konichiwa Swizzy on the beat, I'ma beat it like policia Burr, burr, burr, man the Uzi needs speech lessons Pistol in my briefs, you don't wanna get this brief message Here we go, here we go Oh, oh, y'all think it's a game (yeah) Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side Pistol on my side, talkin' 'bout the Army kind Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side Swizzy on the beat, I beat your ass it like policia Tunechi in this bitch, eyes looking like Konichiwa Pistol on my side, you don't want that thing to scream at ya Laughin' when you die, boy, my pistol a comedian (brr) Pistol on my side, now he lyin' like the media Clips longer than encyclopedias, you're readin' 'em Double barrel, long barrel, short barrel, medium (brr) We ain't hittin' licks, we beatin' 'em and repeatin' 'em Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the Morphine Sugar sweet codeine, it ain't purple, then I'm barfing Gang ride or die, like we sittin' on Harley's (skrt) Let the thing talk like it's sittin' on Maury (burr) Good, good, too good, in my doobie, I can't be stressin' Ugh, ugh, ugh, that bitch moody, you may leave a message Plll-plll-plll to his chest, give him three presses Pistol in my briefs, you don't wanna get this brief message Here we go! Weezy! Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job

Yeah We gon' go old school Ya know what I'm saying If you from where I'm from Ya know what I'm talkin bout The way we do this here This is a cash money classic And I feel couldn't nobody do it the way imma do it Ya know what I'm saying So, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world Ya know what I'm talking bout look I say Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it In one you trust, the neighborhood is us And everything that I ride is 22s and up And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus Make the hood understand that we trying to come up 24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust Tell Lil One be cool everybody coming up Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich living lavish Those 14s, you know we had to have it Once upon a time it was nothing but magic Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys Chasin paper paper chasing, look thats all we know Coming through the neighborhood on them 24s Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck I'ma specially set, no testin the best Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk I'll make your mouthpiece so beast like Delereese I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil Weezy F baby for the team I rep daily I come to the defense like Jeff Bailey, I'm gone with it A chrome kitted, a foam pit in the back of it Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out Pay attention closely, you niggas can never roast me Cause the maker of the Testerosta knows me Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright Cause I'm pimping, I'm pimping pimping, I'm coming thru And I'm dipping, I'm dipping dipping, them 22s And they spinning, they spinnin spinning, them sprewells nigga Them sprewells nigga, we making mail nigga Don't need no introduction in this I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click Cause I'm the Birdman and I'll do you something bad You heard man that I been slanging them slacks Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One

I'm cold (yeah) I'm cold (yeah) I'm cold (yeah, yeah) I got the right, to put up a fight But not quite, 'cause you cut off my light But my sight, is better tonight And I might, see you in my nightmare Ooh, how did you get there? 'Cause we were once a fairytale But this is farewell, yeah I got my life and it's my only one I got the night, I'm running from the sun So good night, I made it out the door Door, door, door, door After tonight, there will be no return After tonight, I'm taking off on the road I'm taking off on the road And that you know That you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know, that you know Okay, I'm back up on my grind You do you and I'm just gon' do mine You do you, 'cause I'm just gon' be fine Okay, I got you out my mind And the night is young, the drinks is cold The stars is out, I'm ready to go You always thought I was always wrong Well, now you know Tell anybody, everybody that you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know, that you know I got the right, to put up a fight But not quite, 'cause you cut off my light But my sight, is better tonight And I might, see you in my nightmare Ooh, how did you get there? 'Cause we was once a fairytale But this is farewell, yeah Baby girl I'm finished I thought we were committed I thought we were cemented I really thought we meant it But now we just repenting And now we just resenting The clouds is in my vision Look how high that I be getting And it's all because of you, girl we through You think your shit don't stink but you are Mrs. P-U And I don't see you with me no more Now tell everybody that you know, that you know That you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know, that you know That you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know That you know