Lil Wayne – John (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

John

Lil Wayne (feat. Rick Ross)

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"John." - Lil Wayne (feat. Rick Ross)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 07:38 pm

Album: Tha Carter IV (Complete Edition)

Track No: 09

"Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established
Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy"
.44 bulldog, my motherfuckin' pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple-threat
When I was in jail, she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset
Been fuckin' the world, and ****, I ain't cum yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talkin' 'bout a sketch
I pay these **** with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still prayin' for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
And AK-47 is my fuckin' address, huh
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them **** where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talkin' all brown linen, huh
Big Black **** in a icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop
Count the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot, swish
I'm swimming in a yellow bitch (Boss)
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch **** sit down
Thought it were bulletproof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop palmolive in a **** dope
Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah)
Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them **** where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talkin' all brown linen, huh
Talk stupid, get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Redd Foxx
Big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You fuckin' with a **** who won't give a fuck
Empty the clip, then roll the window up
Pussy **** sweet, them **** Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
Two-hunnid thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass ****, pussy ass ****
I see ya lookin' with ya lookin' ass, ****
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep movin'
If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (Yeah)
Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go "Bang"
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (Yeah)
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape (Yeah)
Ain't it funny, mama only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
**** gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (Yeah)
If you get in trouble, that just mean you fucking up (****)
It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeah)
I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah

Writer(s): D. Carter, P. Jones, R. Holladay & W. Roberts.

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