Lil Wayne(릴 웨인) YM Banger (feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz & Tyga) 가사
Ok I'm leaning to the left flag in my right pockets star track fly, unidentified flying objects extraterrestrial I'm all about my decimels retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts the simple mathematics you cut the check and I rake in the green like I'm raking the grass in pretty bitches damn near feint when they passing call my whip Martin but the first name Aston potato head n-ggas get mashed when I'm spazzin' think you f-cking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt it
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it you n-ggas is Ducks Howards, cowards kill the competition and hsower n-ggas with flowers this rap shit is ours pop bitch
Uh, uptown back in it Hollygrove black menace black clothes, black tennis black semi, I've never sat in hemi that would offend me try Maybach on Maybach bitch I got stacks yeah paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback and I still don't play that I kill on asap and you don't do shit but get money all day put some shoes on my bullets now they running your way
YM young mula young money all day where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay which one of y'all say you want drama I'm honoured I blitz your ass like a muthaf-cking lineman stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma's still wear red like an old 49ner f-ck shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya Weezy F baby bitch I hotter than Uganda Ughhh!!!
Mama aint make me to make homies she make me to make history so doing that's my extra-curicular activity bulldozer boy and my target is the industry Two things I love in the World, good head and victory you aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me your whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T This is misery, no Cathy Bates come at me sideways my money slap ya straight
yeah I'm a big joker so you know I special ace leave the club with ya girl send her home with an ashy face love is a gamble but it's my casino pretend that your the loser I hope that she [?] I hope the game got life insurance cause I'm kill it and all you wack ass rap n-ggas dying with it I'm so harlem eating but still starving pockets full of fat like all I do is eat margarine Millz
put the flow in the pot crank up the notch burn the song from a stove top it's finger licking hot his pitch flip cause the n-gga flop my shit hit like the pitch was soft n-ggas cotton balled
she dropped drawers cause she poppin off her pussy cross guard but I don't stop at all I smash in the car, like f-ck the fucking law I bet daddy gone, who wanna make shit done the rocky shit shittin on em like hittin the barn hey wait they say money talks man you don't speak at all you shop at mini malls
my style two thumbs up like using analogues I wreck shit for the recognition bitch Jesus as my witness, say evision I bore you n-ggas flame flicker I melt pictures Tyga skin aint drippin'