Lil Wayne – Used 2 Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Used 2 Lyrics
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    "Used 2." - Lil Wayne

    Album: Tha Carter V
    Track No: 22
    I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
    I used to tote the semi, still tote the semi
    I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking chin-high
    I used to fuck and get tired, now I fuck her ten times
    She used to make my dick rise, now she make me ribeyes
    She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try
    She used to make me love her, now she made me realize
    The money over bitches till the day I dizz-ie
    Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side
    I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies
    Find out where he reside and find out where he hide
    Run up in that bitch like, "Hey, pop-pop-pop," peace sign
    Percocet, promethazine, you can call me P-Rock
    Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile
    You goin' at my slime, then you're going at me, slime
    Your blood all over the sink, it look like red cheap wine
    I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tea time
    Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes
    Shoot ya in ya head, give ya ass three eyes
    And ya still ain't seen a fucking thing until ya C5
    I remember you, I was never into you
    I tell my shooters, shoot you, and whoever resemble you
    And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you
    They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dentures loose
    Run up in a **** house, pistol in that **** mouth
    "Safe code now, ****, cough it up or spit it out"
    Oh my god, I'm flipping out
    Flippin' out, then dippin' out
    I tried to turn the fuckin' page
    Oh, my God, I ripped it out
    I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
    I used to tote the semi, still tote the semi
    Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side
    I feel like Ivan Drago, lil' bitch
    And if he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies
    If he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies
    Yeah, run up in that **** house, pistol in that **** mouth
    But he be talkin' out his ass, what is all that shit about?
    I used to know you ****, I don't know you ****
    I just ignore you ****, I don't bro you ****
    With my bros, just smokin' ****, like a dro, you ****
    Kill your ho too ****, and your go-to ****
    I've been ridin' 'round the city with the safety off
    Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll
    You **** bitches and it's pissin' all the ladies off
    My finger sittin' on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy
    If it's beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on
    Put his words on the plate, that **** ate 'em all
    And I ain't wit' the talkin', but damn, now we talkin'
    **** spilled the beans, damn, now it's coffee
    Lookin' for your pussy ass like I got a warrant
    I throw on a ski mask, that's a private party
    Bullets jumping off your ass like they shock absorbin'
    Rock your bells, LL, **** locked and loaded
    I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
    I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi
    Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side
    I feel like Ivan Drago, lil' bitch
    And if he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies
    If he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies
    Yeah, run up in that **** house, pistol in that **** mouth
    But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?
    I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
    I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi
    Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side
    I feel like Ivan Drago, lil' bitch
    And if he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies
    If he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies
    Yeah, run up in that **** house, pistol in that **** mouth
    But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?
    Mulah, baby
    And you still ain't seen a fuckin' thing until you C5
    I still don't know today
    Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident?
    But still, I just don't, I-I-I be wanting to ask him, but I never asked him after all these years
    Was that an accident or did he, or was he playing with the gun?
    So I never really found out about what, you know
    What really happ-, what really happened with him in that shooting

    Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Leland Wayne, Marco Rodriguez & Prince 85.

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