Lil Wayne – Live From 504 Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Live From 504 Lyrics
Live From 504
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    "Live From 504." - Lil Wayne

    Album: Da Drought 3
    Track No: 16
    Dro, fuck with me (C Gutta), yeah
    Live from the 504
    It's Mr. Crazy Flow, jumpin' like a bungee, no rope
    Even in the dungeon, I glow, even if it ain't sunny, I glow
    If it ain't 'bout money, I go nowhere, I'm nailed to the floor
    Money controls where I go, it is the sail to my boat
    And it's goin' down, it's goin' down like there's a whale in the boat
    See, you can smell that I smoke, and yep, I sip that lean
    You hit me with that combination, it make my eyes bleed
    I'm a shark in the water, yep, I swim with the big
    So I don't have time to deal with Willie the Squid
    L-l-lilypad ****, l-l-look at the monster
    Y-y-you don't wanna crash like La-La-La Bamba
    See, it's me, Ronnie, and Terry and my new drop is berry
    Watermelon, plum, just call it fruit punch
    I'm an old rapper gettin' new bucks
    And all you new rappers, you just new lunch (New lunch)
    Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes
    A creature, monster like the Loch Ness
    I gets hotter by the tock before I sizzle to death
    I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec"
    In the middle of the war, where my enemy at?
    I'm runnin' this bitch like Eric Bieniemy back
    'Cause every time I hit a track, I'm like an energy pack
    The instruments are cryin' out, "Where the sympathy at?"
    Yeah, if you bettin' money, baby, him'll be back
    Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that
    I walked right in hip-hop like, "Where my dinner be at?"
    I ate that and I was like, "Where my dinner be at?"
    I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back
    Got two bitches in my pants, quiet? Neither them that
    Lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that
    Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that
    And to the kids, drugs kill, I'm acknowledgin' that
    But when I'm on the drugs, I don't have a problem with that
    And my **** got guns the size of toddlers, biatch
    And we aimin' right at your fucking collar, biatch, pow

    Writer(s): Dwayne Carter.

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