Lil Wayne – My Homies Still (feat. Big Sean) Lyrics

My Homies Still

Lil Wayne (feat. Big Sean)

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"My Homies Still." - Lil Wayne (feat. Big Sean)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 08:19 pm

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

Track No: 17

Man, fuck y'all with a sick dick
Semi automatic, no click click
We don't feel you, like a elephant
Getting fucked with a tick dick
Little **** with a thick bitch
And before I fuck this bitch
I gotta put that patch over my third eye, Slick Rick
Trukfit t-shirt, talk second, skeet first
Boy, your girl a jump off
I hope she land feet first
She'l give me brain, research
And I prefer reefer
But if you want some coke
That's cool 'cause my homies still
Yeah, my homies still
Ha ha, my homies still
Yeah, my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah
Don't make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah
Okay
My girls and cars both skirt off
I like the pussy so wet that I can surf off
In a hot spot 'cause a **** never chilling
I do it for my ****, I just do it to these bitches
Boy, I over-grind, over-shine
Ain't another **** over Sean
I'm getting paid, it's Oprah time
I'm rolling pine, I'm so divine
I'm west side, west side
Dark glasses on like I'm going blind
Looking like Eazy-E
It's just me and Lil Weezy-we
Get off my dick
Yeah, my homies still
Ha ha, my homies still
Yeah, my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah
Don't make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah
Look, I'm east side, them hater's 90, going west
My **** pumping so much bass, motherfucker's going deaf
Weezy F, I'm peace side, them hater's 90, going west
My **** pumping so much bass
Tunechi, tunechi, tunechi, I don't love them hoes
Got so much coke, you gon' need another nose, man
And I just play my hand
But I am not the dealer
You see, I got them tear drops
I'll cry your ass a river
Got that Trukfit t-shirt, listening to Rebirth
I skate until my feet hurt, hot boy, free Turk
Pussy for dessert
Put your ass beneath earth
And I don't sell drugs but if you need work, my homies still
Yeah, my homies still
Ha ha, my homies still
Yeah, my homies still
Whoa
Okay
Boy, this here's what I do-do
Got your sister dancing at the contest in a tutu
Got me in control, no strings attached, that's that voodoo
She said, can't nobody do it better
I tell her, true-true, yeah, bitch, true-true
My, my, my bro-bro say these bitches ain't shit
I got the girl you came with and the girl she came with
She leaking and dripping, whoa, there, I might just come slip in
And now your misses went and gone missing
If she addicted to what my dick did, boy, I get it
Lil' bitch
My homies still
Ha ha, my homies still
Yeah, my homies still
Lil' ****, make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Don't make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah
Go dumb
Look, I'm east side, them hater's 90, going west
My **** pumping so much bass, motherfucker's going deaf
Weezy F, I'm peace side, my **** Sean from the west
And **** pumping so much bass
Yeah
Uh-huh
Young Moolah
Truk your girl, ****

Writer(s): D. Carter, S. Anderson, N. Warwar, R. Diaz & M. Aiello.

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