Lil' Wayne - Fly Out Lyrics
Added On: November 24, 2005
| Last Update: March 13, 2006
Fly Out by Lil' Wayne Lyrics
(Lil' Wayne talking)
We here, I said we here, the back of Tha Carter, the back of Tha Carter, heheh, II. Ughh! Yeah! This HIT is the end of Tha Carter II people. Hey!
Lil' Wayne:
Yeah, I got the game on ball and chain,
I threw the key in the drain, I'm like a key in the drawer,
I spent the G on these frames but my vision is priceless,
Seein' through you niggas like a fuckin' psychic,
Hearin' through the grapevine niggas wanna hate mine,
Say my name and die in the daytime,
You catch my drift man you better be Pathon,
Boy the heat's on, they makin' peace bonds,
I'm in this bitch throwin' up the seventeen sign,
Straight frowns no daps, strapped three times,
That TEC-11 AK-47 one Beretta ready for whatever tell them pussy niggas come together,
Happy bet a nigga super-soaker wet a nigga,
Six feet under flowers you ain't nothin' but a petal nigga,
I'm just a little nigga tryina be a civil nigga, 30 years old, shit, that'll be a given nigga,
Quit it Wayne, ya momma's listenin', but she ain't really trippin' cuz the pots is pissed in,
Them niggas trippin' until the shots whistlin',
Hear them bullets hissin' like a cobra at attention,
I got a bitch and quit callin' women bitches, as long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen,
No preventin' the grind, I gotta get it,
I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin',
There you go shittin' on the way a nigga thinkin',
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin,
And since the future ain't promised to no one,
I live every day like this is the sure one,
Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean,
Stand in that heat 'til the muthafuckin' snow come,
And it feels so fuckin' good, throw my dope like a rope let 'em tug and pull,
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches,
Runnin' 'cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune,
Come and get it automatics in motion, we bangin' for the bread nigga even the molded,
I got my loaf, I got my toast, chaperone of the South I got my coast,
Yeah, and until I die, I'm da da-da da-da da best rapper alive!
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