Lil Wayne – I'm Me Lyrics

Lil Wayne – I'm Me Lyrics
I'm Me
Lil Wayne
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    "I'm Me." - Lil Wayne

    Album: Tha Carter III (Deluxe Revised)
    Track No: 19
    The hottest under the sun
    Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
    And you already know that, pimping
    Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
    Fuck up my dream
    Somebody going to die tonight
    And you already know that, pimping
    Ay, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang
    Un-fucking believable
    Lil Wayne's the president
    Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them
    Even if they celibate
    I know the game is crazy
    It's more crazy than it's ever been
    I'm married to that crazy bitch
    Call me Kevin Federline
    It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money
    Till the death of him
    The ground shall break when they bury him
    I know one day they got to bury him
    Better lock my casket tight, baby
    So I don't let the devil in
    People, it's just me and my guitar
    Yeah, bitch, I'm heavy metalling
    You can get the fucking Led Zeppelin
    **** is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
    And we hold court and take your life for a settlement
    Yes, I am the best
    And no, I ain't positive, I'm definite
    I know the game like I'm reffing it
    This is Tha Carter
    Tha Carter 3
    The New Testament
    And I'm the God
    And this is what I bless then with
    Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
    Baby, I'm me, so who you?
    You're not me, you're not me
    And I know that ain't fair
    But I don't care
    I'm a motherfucking Cash Money
    Millionaire
    I know that ain't fair
    But I don't care
    I'm a motherfucking Cash Money
    Millionaire
    Yeah, Junior
    It's Cash Money over everything
    It's in my blood
    I feel it running in every vein
    I'm from the mud
    I am a missile like a Scud
    What's really good
    I'm about that ruckus like Fuss
    And I stayed on my flow at Cash Money like a rug
    Tied to the fucking Birdman like a lug
    And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
    To you, I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
    Cash Money million-heir to the throne
    Going at their heads, like hair in a comb
    Sitting by the window, I just stare at the storm
    Know I'll make it through like hair in a comb
    Young Money over bitches
    My **** trust my senses
    And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness
    And you all have witnessed
    But I am not finished
    So keep your mouth closed
    And let your eyes listen
    Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
    Baby, I'm me, so who you?
    You're not me, you're not me
    And I know that ain't fair
    But I don't care
    I'm a motherfucking Cash Money
    Millionaire
    I know that ain't fair
    But I don't care
    I'm still a motherfucking Cash Money
    Millionaire, bitch
    Last year they had the Grammy's
    And left me in Miami
    Sleeping on a ****
    Like I'm rapping in my jammies
    I'm rapping when you sleep
    I was rapping when you were in jammies
    Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon
    Book them Danny
    I'm a monster I tell you
    Monster Wayne
    I have just swallowed the key
    To the House of Pain
    Now I'm stuck here to deal
    With the house's pain
    Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint
    Let's go
    **** don't want to see me
    Because I'm better in bold
    The only time I will depend
    Is when I'm 70 years old
    That's when I can't hold my shit within
    So I shit on myself
    Because I'm so sick and tired
    Of shitting on everybody else
    I try to tell you like I'm saying something
    I'm from the Dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
    And now nothing's going to stop me
    So just envy it
    Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit, haha
    Yeah, I'm me, I'm me, bitch, I'm me
    Baby, I'm me, so who you?
    Fuck you, you're not me, hah
    And I know that ain't fair
    But I don't care
    I'm a motherfucking Cash Money
    Millionaire
    I know that ain't fair
    But I don't care
    I'm a motherfucking Cash Money
    Millionaire, bitch
    The hottest under the sun
    Who that?
    Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
    And you already know that, pimping
    Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
    Who that?
    Somebody going to die tonight
    And you already know that, pimping
    Ay, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang

    Writer(s): D. Carter, L. Mollings & J. Mollings.

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