Lil Wayne - John ft Rick Ross mp3 download

Lil Wayne – John ft Rick Ross mp3 download

Lil Wayne – John ft Rick Ross mp3 download

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Song lyrics

Yeah uh, fo’ fo’ bulldog, my mothafucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch
I’m fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, 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 fucking the world and nigga and I ain’t cum yet!
You fuck 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 ain’t talking ’bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepared 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 fucking address, huh

I’m not a star
Somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a chopper in the car

Load up the choppers like it’s December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy 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 Jordan’s kick ’em off they might high, swish!

cont…

I’m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof ’till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga 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

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a chopper in the car

Load up the choppers like it’s December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther
Bitch I’m Red Foxx, big B’s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don’t give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
Two hundred 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 nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill ’em all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

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