Lil Wayne

if i die die today

[Lil Wayne]
Fo? fo? bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch
I?m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I?ma starve her to death
Top down, it?s upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!
You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don?t sleep so Weezy can?t rest
An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh

[Rick Ross]
I?m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it?s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I?m talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick Ross]
Big black n-gga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring ?em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I?m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I?m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Rick Ross]
I?m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it?s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I?m talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I?m red fox
Big bee?s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n-gga who don?t give a f-ck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun
I?m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don?t need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it?d be a holiday

[Rick Ross]
I?m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don?t make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I?m santa claus
N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y?all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up
It?s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up

[Lil Wayne]
I?m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Yeah