My Last-Lil Wayne

My Last - Lil Wayne Let’s get f*cked up On the road to riches you’re just a speed bump Funny how the heater make a n*gga freeze up We smoke a tree down til it’s just a tree stump That Eastside n*gga, bang on you b*tches I’m going at your neck strangle you b*tches Got a long-a** list full of bad-a** b*tches And I stay burned out like a bad transmission I’m on, like the lights I lights up The kush, knocked out, Tyson fight I’m talking about a** and titties Sex and the City Weezy F Baby and the F is for “forget it” I’m loving my shine, sipping on fine wine Up and some fine dime, then she give me Einstein Young Money motherf*cker, yeah we picked the fine time I was 17, n*gga. B*tch, I don’t mind a dime And I just ended up on every b*tch’s sex list Genie in the bottle, get a muthaf*ckin death wish Thugga in this b*tch, he say f*ck y’all n*ggas Breaking buds down the size of a football n*gga Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul n*gga Let Nino bust in your face like a porn star n*gga Yeah I keep the Brian Pumper, no homo The sh*t I’m on got the world moving in slow-mo Man, I told Mack I was gonna do it Above the law, but under the influence Man, I was on my skateboard Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room Got behind her like a shadow I had her a** up in the air I swear I got, I swear I got the largest clip up in the world Right here in my Gat And I wish a n*gga play I’ma bust a n*gga a** Hate Young Money? Then f*ck you in the a** 187 and a hockey mask, YMCMB gon’ ball Til we fall. And this f*ck all y’all Ball til we fall. And this f*ck all y’all We straight, sorry for the wait