Lil Wayne – Hot Revolver (feat. Dre) Lyrics

Hot Revolver

Lil Wayne (feat. Dre)

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"Hot Revolver." - Lil Wayne (feat. Dre)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 05:16 am

Album: I Am Not a Human Being II (Deluxe Version)

Track No: 16

Young Mula, baby
Young Mula, baby
Uh, she's askin', "Do you have the time to listen to me whine?"
She's askin', "Who's on the the other line?
You diss me every time"
I tell her, "Baby, I'm a star
Shit, I'm above the stars
And now, I done got so high
I done forgotten who you are"
Uh-huh, uh, uh, ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa
Uh-huh, uh, uh, ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa
Uh-huh, uh, uh, ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa
Uh-huh, uh, uh, ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa
I tell her, "I'm in love with you
But I can't be with you"
Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight
Right up outta town
Uh, hop back in my spaceship
Girl, I gotta drop your ass off
'Cause I just come to take it
Then you know I gotta take off
But I'ma be here next week
So call your company and take off
Uh, uh, uh, whoa, whoa, way
Uh, uh, uh, whoa, whoa, way
And she say, "Wayne, you ain't shit
You got me all impatient"
Cry me a river, I could hear my conscience while I sail off
Boy, you got a problem (A problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself (And you ain't foolin' no one)
You're like a hot revolver (A hot revolver)
But you ain't killin' no one but yourself
And so she's goin' to party town (All alone)
And you go by yourself, so all alone
Uh, one minute she love me, the next minute she hate me
That's two minutes of my time she done wasted
She say she pray she have Weezy F's baby
And I be havin' seizures, but she say she can't shake me
And my homies say she's cuter than my other bitches
And every time I'm in that pussy it feel custom-fitted
I swear I like her more than she think I do
Girl, when I think of you
My dick just start to jumpin' like a fuckin' kangaroo
I suck and fuck and finger you, but you want me to cling to you
And I ain't askin' you to change, 'cause I know I can't jingle you
I got my ways
And you have your days
And we gave it our best shot
But I just got grazed
I'm sorry, uh
Boy, you got a problem (A problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself (And you ain't foolin' no one)
You're like a hot revolver (A hot revolver)
But you ain't killin' no one but yourself
And so she's goin' to party town (All alone)
And you go by yourself, so all alone

Writer(s): D. Carter, A. Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright, M. Pritchard, Jermaine Preyan & B. Williams.

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