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Young Mula, baby I belong to the world, don't be selfish with me When I go places with Wayne, you would think Elvis with me My niggas livin' in Hell, they thinkin' Heaven sent me When she scream, "Fuck love," I think she meant me I get in the zone, applyin' pressure You get the message, only I ain't text ya Y'all like to gamble with life, you lucky I ain't bet ya So you survived a few cats, don't let a lion get ya If I ain't met ya, I ain't ever move ya If there's a new year then I never knew ya Look, my junior gon' have a future And my senior gotta drive a Beamer I wish my dawgs could turn they felonies to misdemeanors Ayy, 'cause I met a girl with features out in Italy Wish they had seen her Shoulda took a picture, I packed condoms I shoulda packed a book with scriptures Put me in the Rock Hall of Fame with all the suicidal niggas, iconic figures If rivals come for us, then they comin' with us Tell 'em, "Run, Forrest," run for the fame, runnin' with us What's one life to a hunnid killas? All you heard was loud sirens and lighter flickers I made a mill' right after breakfast, that's a power lunch SongtexteI fuck your bitch for 'bout a hour, that's a power fuck I fuck your bitch up in the shower, that's a shower fuck I fuck your bitch and now she pregnant, shit, we outta luck HoodyBaby, Master P's 'boutta 'boutta buck I been slackin', Major Bass, I could battle up Picture me somewhere tropic, prolly mad as fuck But I'm cool, body language break the barrier Broken bitches wishin' that I fix her up and carry her I was out in Italy, Roman like my carrier I done lost hoes, turned around, I done lost bros I just got ghost, hit a nigga with the Death Star Dear Heavenly Father, is there a church in the wild? For the fugitives that I harbor Yeah, we move like a mile, my op'll send out the orders Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border Place your order for cola, ain't talkin' pop like soda Vacuum seal all the packages, tryna drown out the odor No weapons formed against me shall prosper The streets praise us like gospel So we move and we roam like them Italian mobsters Practice the code of silence, omérta So ain't no talkin', we lurkin' Find the strip where you workin' Closed curtains, fear no man but God Now they callin' me Lord I pray on the sinners when bald palms touchin' like an applause Synagogue is like the Pentagon, arms cover my flaws Quiet storm but lion-hearted, I wake up with a roar Call me the clean up, man, I sweep shit up like a chore Then sweep your chick off her feet, put her in my stable of whores Mentally stable, not sure, screws loose, shake to the floor Breakin' records on the radio while breakin' the law I keep my faith in the Lord, one day I'll make it to Forbes [?] them thieves is comin', and what we takin' is yours Look, I'm not worthy of your controversy I'm not thirsty, baby, I'm allergic Giddy up, dick ridin', swervin' Yeehaw, that's Kentucky Derby I remember lyin' on the gurney Thinkin' how I'ma die early Never thought that I'd see thirty Oh, the journey, had to fuckin' earn it I go back in time when I was flirtin' That time that I was flirtin' with uncertain Never thought I'd be surrounded by Housekeepers, chauffeurs, chefs and servants Diamonds screamin', "Oh my lovely God" Sippin' syrup, watchin' out for serpents Touch my surface, then it's closed curtains Oh my God, you're meetin' God in person Oh my God, I want the squad alerted And I come from it, they hop up like Kermit Corner turnin' with marijuana burnin' In the trunk, you squirmin', now here come to sermons Oh my God, every thot a burden I ain't worry, got her ridin' dirty Trap house poppin' like it's Pee Wee Herman's The plug alerted, now the socket workin' Other niggas catchin' power surges I'm determined just like my attorney You other niggas, you ain't got attorneys Order new trap house, I buy it furnished I been listenin', listenin' to the money It been tellin', tellin' me, "It's comin'" Soundin' like music to my ears Soundin' like a symphony of hundreds Grandma always said that I'd be special Mama always said that I'd be somethin' I had to make sure that they wasn't guessin' So I made the most out of they assumptions Bein' careful 'round my pistol Nigga all up in a bimbo Bein' everything but simple Got my deal without a demo, Tunechi So much fire, more fire Let's get it, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne Aus Songtexte Mania