Lil Wayne - Big Bad Wolf (2018)

Lil Wayne - Big Bad Wolf (2018)
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Lil Wayne - Big Bad Wolf lyrics
[Intro] Mmm Yeah [Verse] Keep that shit on Twitter Y'all ain't lit, y'all litter Keep that shit in your shitter Or eat that shit, don't spit up (Rrr!) Keep my bad bitch, did her Keep my man bitch, put up Watchin' me do push-ups Just playin' with herself and I look up (Damn!) Your thot need to get her look up You plottin' on me, my foot up Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion That ain't sauce, that's puddin' Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!) Shootin' up the jurors (Damn!) Don't name my pistol I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push 'em (Bam!) Y'all just pussy, get buried together and let 'em play footsie Y'all just wussy I got some bullets, go pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie Better play hooky I got some hookers hookin' up with some politicans And some elites and some college niggas So your missus on all kind of missions I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visits But my pockets, pistons smokin' hockey stick Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick in' When shit get ugly, I go pretty Ricky I don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie Micky I don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly wiggly Fuck my bitch's friends, and they friendly-friendly While your bitch givin' me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D's Wendy's, Denny's like she tired of Macy's JC Penny's, I got bitches gettin' tired of spinning, spin it If we winning, win it I got Dream Chasers that ain't never dreamt it So I had to tenant it and I had to rent it And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny It's the blood gang, it's the money gang Red rags to riches, need happy endings Then it's back to business and we laugh at sentencin' Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses Hungry artists or starving artists in the kitchen Restaurant and cafeterias Don't make a difference if you taste the difference Better pay the difference to the racketeers Now you pull up looking like you crackin' mirrors Now the artificial become sacrificial That's a body count, where the mathematician? Where the wettest clitoris and baddest nipples? Where the ass that jiggle, where to grab a tickle? Where the throat deep enough to land a missile? If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions Tell him two cents is only half a nickel Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillars Yeah, triggers fingers finna act like bristles 'Boutta catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu Throwing pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit Need to help her friends through, I think that's official Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than the Simpson's And I'm magnificent so I had to pimp her And she had potential but he lacked credentials So give me a sec, I'll go at your neck And send you back looking like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!) Yeah, cannibalism going animalistic in a line of civilians These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons Once they dead and gone, no power familiar When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia Sound familiar? My plug's Sicilian He the one who told me that "sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia, behind the millions" Rhyme or reason I'm the reason, got they eyes wide but to blind to see 'em With friends like those, it make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em Hallelujah, power intruders Bitch walk around my house like Hooters Towel user, power user Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan Niggas talkin' out their bowel movers Turnin' homies into flower choosers Turn your kids into father choosers Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter Clap at you, if don't die, I'll boo ya Tell a doc that's tryna to save your life and runnin' wires through you He could die next to ya (Rrr!) I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter Let her partner shoot her We pull out the movie, win awards She got a Golden Globe head and her Oscar booty Niggas prostitutin', these rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit Not even 'bout pollution Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it And Robert Houston with the contribusive for the Monster juices Monster too slow, my [?], macho mucho Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!) I got a greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo Just follow the kupo and I know that you know I'm hotter than Sushi, still swallow my soup bowl I'm out of my loophole, you outta the loop though Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode The power to do so, my pocket is sumo Gettin' the moolah by the minuto Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno Real boss nigga, shit, might have a Hugo Fuck with me, I go loud and paloozo Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though (Pah, pah, pah) Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo Hittin' some new notes And I am the maestro and you just a typo Private flight, don't fly in too low I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow I got me a Lou Holt when I was a do hole Prom with the college and one with the juco I had to ask 'em, what's four plus two though? (Rrr!)