Lil Wayne – Upgrade (Freestyle) Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Upgrade (Freestyle) Lyrics
Upgrade (Freestyle)
Lil Wayne
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    "Upgrade (Freestyle)." - Lil Wayne

    Album: Da Drought 3
    Track No: 03
    Yes, sir
    Three
    Ha
    I love this shit
    So let me talk my shit, know what I mean? Hahaha
    Okay, I'm good
    Yeah
    I know you see the guap 'cause getting money is what we on
    Riding drop-top in the winter with the heat on
    Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
    Leg hanging out the window, you ain't got these on
    Bitch, holler, it is Lil Weezy
    They cannot see me, they are like Stevie
    I am bearing a ton like Levy
    I circle your house like BB
    Colder than the heebie-jeebies, never give freebies
    Seventy-five thousand for these fees, shit
    I can get a hundred-thousand up in these jeans
    Big stacks, my pockets on Creatine
    Young Money, DipSet, ****, we a team
    If you don't like it, ****, fuck you, no Vaseline
    Errr, I peel off in the Lamborghin'
    Like a tangerine
    Got the engine straight shaking like a tambourine
    Like a bitch with some lips like Angelin'
    'Na Jolie, Holy God flow
    I go where no other guy go
    Fuck you, ho, I'm so five-oh
    Four, I hope every snitch die slow
    Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know
    She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho
    Alright, bitch, I am the boy, no decoy
    And I will straight up destroy any boy or man
    And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer
    We are Young Money, bitch, and I am the leader
    He are, Curren$y, Mack Maine, and T-Raww
    And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj
    And me, I'm still spittin' like a retard
    And these **** soft, they should be rapping in leotards
    ****, we in charge, baby, put me in charge
    And I'm just murdering ****, free of charge
    You dig? Just holler back, I see you, sarge
    I'm so motherfucking high, I can eat a star, haha
    Yeah, let me upgrade you
    You may not be a model, but I can front-page you
    You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior
    Let me just taste you, we can fuck later
    Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer
    Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
    Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
    Writing by myself, smoking weed by the acre
    Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
    Leave you with some bullet holes the size of craters
    You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest
    Battle anybody, ****, fuck whoe'er your favorite
    It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery
    Leave it to the flow, we getting dough like the bakery
    I don't really want to, but these **** making me
    Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves
    That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team
    But I'm a champion, where's the fucking Rocky theme?
    Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed
    I'm a monster, every day is Halloween
    A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed
    And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas
    And if you hating, baby, you can get a side of these
    These nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow, please? Haha
    Yeah, I'm so hot, I freeze
    Big balls and they jangle like a lot of keys
    Even deaf bitches say hi to me
    She tell a blind bitch, and she say, "I gotta see," ha
    Young Carter, darling
    Understand, I am Michael Jordan balling, yes
    I'm a dog, I'm a Hoya, homie
    I'm a boss, your man's just an employer, mami
    Let me upgrade you
    Ha, let me upgrade you
    Upgrade you
    Ah
    Weezy

    Writer(s): Dwayne Carter.

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