Lil Wayne – Not Like Me (feat. Big Tymers) Lyrics

Not Like Me

Lil Wayne (feat. Big Tymers)

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"Not Like Me." - Lil Wayne (feat. Big Tymers)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:53 am

Album: Tha Block Is Hot

Track No: 14

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Nobody burn them blunts like a we
Nobody bust them heads like a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blunts like a we
Nobody bust them heads like a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
It's little lamb collie
Legendary like Bob Marley
Seventeen ward superstar, feel me
I tell ya shorty, million dollar ****
Don't test, 'cause lil shorty is a rider, ****
Got my clique behind me every step of the way
Hit your wards with the pump, with your chest in your face
I'm a bloodhound, I ain't lying, I'm thugged out
I'm from uptown and that ain't no Beverly Hills
You wanna know what that be like, well curiosity kills
Send chills up my trigger finger blast the dummy
Specially if it's a drought, I got to have the money
Take the hit even if it's below the average money
Got to make it through the week and feed my family up
I'm just a lil thug, what
Belt buckle fall down to my cuffs, what
And police don't even matter, they can suck what
The price right, I catch 'em slipping then go bust, what
Nobody burn them blunts like a we
Nobody bust them heads like a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blunts like a we
Nobody bust them heads like a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
What you think I'm scared? 'Cause of the threats you sending me
Lil boy I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy
I hear you telling people 'bout the people you've done
But look, every time I bump into ya, you all about fun
What made you bring a knife to a gun fight? Now that's not right
Why your bitch ass even showed up tonight?
****, we used to kick it like Tae Bo
I don't know, what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore
Kicking, trifling, dirty and low
We use to split chickens, ride to Texas and back
I drive the rental car while you drive the Cadillac
Shaking like a pair of hot dice
Doing fifty five, ducking feds, law enforcements and police
**** turn like fake gold, sell they soul
Treat you like Chicago in the winter, ice cold
Nine karat forty fours and Calico's
Keep a clean nose
Anti-teflon bulletproof clothes
Nobody burn them blunts like a we
Nobody bust them heads like a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blunts like a we
Nobody bust them heads like a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
**** outta line, get smoked
I don't kid or joke
Fucking with my BG, off top I'm going broke
I don't play with these ****
I get low, down and dirty
And have **** brains covering the ground
I'm the number one stunner, you don't want my trouble
I'll have four **** in your hood in my Hummer
I'm from back in the game, but ain't a damn thing change
Ya get a whole thing for ten, ****, the price the same
My money long within the runway at a airport
I just bought a hotel Cash Money Resort
Hoes love my grill, hoes love my crib
These hoes just love the way that baby live
But I'm a thug-ass ****, arms full of some tats
Got a Cash Money millionaires cross my back
You don't want funk with me, I don't think you do, ****
Well, put ten a piece on your whole crew
What, bitch
Nobody burn them blunts like a we
Nobody bust them heads like a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blunts like a we
Nobody bust them heads like a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blunts like a we
Nobody bust them heads like a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blunts like a we
Nobody bust them heads like a we
Nobody could outshine we
The whole CMR, CMR family

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