Lil Wayne – I'm Single (feat. Drake) Lyrics

Lil Wayne – I'm Single (feat. Drake) Lyrics
I'm Single
Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)
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    "I'm Single." - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)

    Album: No Ceilings Tunechi - EP
    Track No: 04
    Uh, camo shorts and Bubba Kush
    Yeah, we can talk, she'd rather fuss
    This and that 'bout such and such
    Man, damn, where is the fucking trust?
    I'm tired of the whoopin', hollerin'
    I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins, uh
    Then take a female to the island, uh
    Then take her clothes off and do the honors, yeah
    Now she hear I'm with them other bitches, yeah
    I told her mind her fucking business
    Haha, shit, she probably outchea fucking ****
    I'm fucking her friends, now her friends ain't even fucking with her
    Damn, she text me all day and night
    So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right
    I text her back and tell her it's life
    Now somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night
    Yeah, I'm single
    **** had to cancel that bitch like Nino
    I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
    And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
    And I'm single, yeah, I'm single
    And I'm single, tonight I'm single
    And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
    And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight
    Uh, dreads braided to the back
    I'm chilling, but my swag on full attack
    Hahaha, and my girl acting like a brat
    So when she call I don't answer, I just write her back
    She hate it when I do that shit
    And when I get home she go through my shit
    She call numbers back to see who that is
    Man, I hate it when she do that shit
    Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers
    Now make me take this Polo off
    Girl, you can get broken off
    Yeah, I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it off
    Swimming trunks and bathing suits
    Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth
    I don't wanna fuss, ain't trying to fight
    Man, somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night
    Yeah, yeah, I'm single
    **** had to cancel that bitch like Nino
    I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
    And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
    And I'm single, yeah, I'm single
    And I'm single, tonight I'm single
    And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
    And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight
    Uh, now she got on a fuck-'em dress
    And I got on my double-breast
    Uh, and he been fussing all day with her
    And I make her feel special like a place kicker
    She wanna be Weezy F. Baby-sitter
    Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her
    I say, "Hold up!" She say she's just playing
    Then I falls in that pussy like quicksand
    Uh, hot sex and cold wine
    She left that **** hanging like a clothes line
    I cut my phones off, both lines
    It's about to get nasty, pork rinds
    She came hard, both times
    We both say we single and we both lying
    We both wrong, but it feel right
    Put your hands up if you're single for the night
    Uh, yeah, I'm single
    **** had to cancel that bitch like Nino
    I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
    And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
    And I'm single, yeah, yeah, I'm single
    And I'm single, tonight I'm single
    And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
    And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for tonight
    Yeah
    If you're single, put your hands up (Uh)
    If you're single (Uh), put your hands up (Uh)
    If you're single (Uh), put your
    If you're single tonight, tonight (I ain't tripping on nothing)
    Tonight (I'm sipping on something)
    If you're single, put your hands up (And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me)
    If you're single, put your hands up (I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something)
    If you're single (And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight)
    If you're single tonight
    Yeah, hahaha
    Ah, let me turn my phone back on, man
    Yeah, sorry, baby, but I got to go home
    Yeah
    It's morning
    It's morning

    Writer(s): D. Carter, Aubrey Drake Graham & Noah "40" Shebib.

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