Минусовка «Lil Wayne – Right Above It».

 

[Drake: Verse 1]
Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole?
I'm with Marley G, bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I want to tell you something
That you probably should know,
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And ahhh my real friends never hearin' from me,
Fake friends write the wrong answers
On the mirror for me,
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused,
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews,
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes,
Live in the same building, but we got different views,
I got a couple cars I never get to use,
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls are down to road,
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find the pole
Plus I just sipped and so this shit is movin' kinda slow,
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

[Lil Wayne] [Chorus:]
Now tell me how you love it,
You know you at the top
When only heaven's right above it
We on,
It's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it,
Motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money this bitch
And I got my bees with me,
Like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

[Verse 2:]
Meet me on the fresh train,
Yes, I'm in the building,
You just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck,
X Games, guns turn you boys into bitches,
Sex change and I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you n-ggas know I rep my game like Jesse James,
Women all possessive and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the p-p-plane,
Skinny pants and some Vans,
Call me Triple А , get my advance in advance, аmen,
As the world spin and dance in my hands,
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the p-ssy,
You n-ggas can't see me, but never overlook me,
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
How do he say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman,
I bet that bitch look better red,
Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg
Bird-bi-birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start,
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw,
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, n-ggas in apartments
N-now, c'mon, be my blood donor
Flow so nice, she ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled out?
From where they make gumbo at,
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
You know me, I get on this bitch
And have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm in the heart of that, nigga,
Nothin' short of that,
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

[Chorus]