LIL' WAYNE


Original Silence Lyrics (ft. Mack Maine)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm so twisted...
Lil Tunechi in this bitch – tell them hoes I'm ready
Them niggas pissed off, call 'em R. Kelly
I'm higher than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank and Effy
Man, all of these broads on my Johnson like Betsy
Got a card in my pocket blacker than that nigga Wesley
Life is a bitch? Well, my bitch is sexy
First I'm on a jet, and then I'm on a jet ski
I make these female dogs heel like Giuseppes
Man, you be poppin' shit, and I be poppin' off
I'm full of alcohol like a cotton ball
I just pick 'em up and Mr. G just drop 'em off
I serve these hoes – Mr. Volleyball
Spikes on my shoes, that's them Lou-Bs
I'm on my Ps & Qs, smokin' QPs
Nigga, I'm chillin' – catch a cool breeze
I'll build a tree house if money grow on trees
f*ck with me wrong, I'll send your head to your mama
Death bed, nigga, where the f*ck is your pyjamas?
Blood all day, period, no commas
Everybody tryna watch, but I'm timeless

[Hook]
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these f*ckin bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun – that bitch go “pew”
That bitch go “pew”, that bitch go “pew”
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, the grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden – Pow! Pow! Pow! I ain't with arguing
Leave a nigga leakin', if you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin'
Got a buncha bitches tweakin', to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that p*ssy, I'm on her walls like graffiti
You a dead pita bread, you're a fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
f*ckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga
And it's... party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Tonight I'll probly f*ck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
Mack in this bitch, tell them hoes I'm 'bout it
These niggas sweet, a bunch of f*ckin' brownies
The f*ck you talkin' 'bout? I'm a G like a thousand
I'm on my one two, and bitch I'm still countin'
You niggas got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out 'em
You don't want that, homie
Plus I got that pick-up on me, finger f*ck Nina, she horny
You won't see tomorrow morning, nigga
We so f*ckin' cold, young money, money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose, nigga
I'm so HollyGrove, f*ck them other niggas
And if the gun's strong I'll paint a f*cking picture
You know what I'm on, a bag of that strong
You know where I'm going, bitch, I'm goin', goin', gone!
Nigga, holla at your boy, I don't give a f*ck
Got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you niggas up

[Hook]



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