Lil Wayne – Georgia…bush Lyrics

Georgia…bush

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"Georgia…bush." - Lil Wayne

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 07:26 pm

Album: Walk It Off

Track No: 25

This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America, yeah
Y'all might know him as George Bush, but where I'm
From, the lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia) That's right (Georgia) Bush (Georgia) You
Know who you are (Georgia) Let's go (Georgia) Bush
Georgia) Bush (Georgia) That's what we call you (Georgia)
Now this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
So-called beef with you know who
Fuck it, he just let 'em kill all our troops
Look at all the bullshit we've been through
Had a **** sittin' on top that roof
Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush
When they tellin' y'all lies on the news
The white people smilin' like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is a survivor to do?
Got no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want
Show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's really goin' on
Make it look like a lot of stealin' goin' on
All them cops is killers in my home
**** shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just tryin' to eat
Man, fuck the police and President (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levees?
Why wasn't they steady? Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folks that live by the levee
That keep on tellin' me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in hurricane
Back in 1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson, but now it's (Georgia) Bush
We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned and everybody died
But baby (Georgia) I'm still prayin' with ya
Everybody cried but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush
We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned and everybody died
But baby (Georgia) I'm still prayin' with ya
Everybody cryin' but (Georgia) ain't nobody tryin'
There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush
I was born in a boat at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the White House hatin'
Tryna wash us away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest?
They sayin' that you gotta have paper if you tryna come back
**** thinkin' it's a rap
See, we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia)
Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses
The mayor say don't worry 'bout it
And the children have been scorned
No one's here to care about 'em
And fat shout to all the rappers that helped out
Yeah, we'd like to thank all of y'all
But fuck President (Georgia) Bush
When you see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker motherfucker that probably voted for him
And no, he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Ted, 'cause he died in the storm
Fuck President (Georgia) Bush
See us in your city, man, give us a pound
'Cause if a **** still movin', then he holdin' it down
I had two Jags, but lost both them bitches
I'm from N.O., the N.O., yeah
We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned and everybody died
But baby (Georgia) I'm still prayin' with ya
Everybody cried but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush
We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned and everybody died
But baby (Georgia) I'm still prayin' with ya
Everybody cryin' but (Georgia) ain't nobody tryin'
There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush
Oh yeah
You thought we was done?
Nah
Yeah, money, money, money, get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby, that crack motherfucker, get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo, but I'm rich
'Bout to (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
Money, money, money, get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby, that crack motherfucker, get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo, but I'm rich
'Bout to (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
Money, money, money, get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby, that crack motherfucker, get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo, but I'm rich
'Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds in my wrist
Yes, yep, I'm a motherfuckin' trip
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand get you 28 grams
If you talkin' 'bout brick, I'm the interstate man
And the women say, "Damn, them **** don't say a damn thing"
Boy, I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring
Walkin' a thin line, gotta defend mine
And with no pen, I'm sorta like a bomb, boom
Young Tune, yeah, that's what my people call me
50 Thousand for the cross, tryna keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleepwalkin'
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap-talkin'
Yeah, keep talkin' and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparkin', pap-pap, sleep softly
Yeah, nap, nap, knapsack, three-forty
It's like, "Fuck another ****, ****, just don't be the target"
Young New Orleans ****, ****, just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you lookin' like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drank, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguin'
And I don't even write, pause, un-pause this
So keep your bitch-ass lines inside the margin
LilWayne.com, bitch, log in
Put a pillow under your knees and keep your jaws in
All in your girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young **** ballin'
Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy
But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said, "Fuck it," bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait 'til two cribs and TV, come on, get at me
Any rapper wanna get at me, tell your label contact me
Half a hundred for a feature, wanna battle? I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of Miss Cita
Ma dukes, ma Jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Every woman wanna be the boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime, I wanted ever since I seen her
Got her, top and cut the scene, it hotter than a tub steamin'
Got your girlfriend dreamin' of one day bein' Trina
Not a sim-sim, a ten keys in the Bimmer
Got a white girl drivin', couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that motherfuckin' ribbon
Bitches got my name on 'em and the **** still livin'
Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrón, I don't play
No ice, I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch, that bread come every day, I'm paid
I wish a **** come in Vegas, sprayed
I stomp a **** out like I got ten legs
Then they fish a **** up out the lake in ten days
Behave? No, ho, I'm on that rage road
Cash Money, Young Money, ho, that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry, mami, I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me a copy, rock star, Weezy Baby, fuck these hoes
Gotta pay me now for me to even touch these hoes
Price risin' for a show on the floor
So either Drama is my **** or that boy got dough
Go figure, that's my ****, that's my ****, my nerve
If anybody else want it, 60 thousand a verse, yeah

Writer(s): Lil Wayne.

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