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Genres: Hip-Hop

Blackin' Out Lyrics - Euro

[Intro: Lil Wayne + DJ Drama] 

Six shit 

Aye, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah 

Six nigga, Dedication 6, nigga 

Six nigga, six nigga, Dedication 6, nigga 

Six nigga, sick nigga, sick, six shit, nigga 

Just because y'all waited oh so patiently! 

 

[Verse 1: Euro + Lil Wayne] 

I hear y'all new shit and I cringe (I cringe) 

Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (My friends) 

If we hit it, that oui is not French (Not French) 

I'm anti-social, pardon my tints (My tints) 

We left E11even, at 11 AM (Yeah) 

Raw papers full of peace, cups full of mayhem (Yeah) 

We all wavy, I'm just sort of on a different wavelength (Yeah) 

See they more like superstars, I'm more like Super Saiyans 

Bein' the greatest ever is my destiny still 

Since a child I focused on my Kelly, Bey, and Michelle (Okay) 

Sittin' back, getting head from Mademoiselle 

Tryna' put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will 

Dedicated to you for the 6th time, killed it on the 5th one 

Now they say I'm big time 

While them niggas skipped lunch, I learned how to skip lines 

I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mines 

Used to fuck with Sega, my uncle had a pager (chirp!) 

I knew this drug kingpin that tried to run for Mayor (skrt!) 

Posted on the back blocks, talkin' player-player 

If she bad then I upgrade her, get her unlimited data 

They tryna' build a wall, man my dogs gon' hate that shit 

And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah 

We in the game, but we don't play that shit 

Cover your soul before they take that shit 

Young 

 

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[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 

Right nigga, wrong nigga 

Dope nigga, ill nigga 

Rich nigga, Polo nigga 

House bigga', bills bigga' 

Sick nigga, Hill nigga 

Lit nigga, chill nigga 

Racks nigga, real bigga' 

Shaq bigga', lil nigga 

Facts nigga, trill nigga 

Tax nigga, still nigga 

Coke-on-coke, nigga 

Slopes, niggas; hills, nigga 

Joke, nigga? No, nigga 

Clip bigga', quick trigger 

Thick strippers, I ain't into stick figures 

Mixed signals 

O.J. with the brick 

Nigga runnin' through the white 

Nigga, O.J. on my wrist 

Nigga, that's Sunny Delight 

Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, shinin' like some pearly whites 

Nigga, straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice 

Nigga bought a lot of art, and I brought a lot to snort, hey 

Beat around a bush, right after we beat the court case 

Talking 'bout a war, that's a convo at the bar, wait 

Drugs in the Broncos, start the mothafuckin' horse race 

I take off from Earth and take your bitch up into MySpace 

I tell her keep her mouth shut 

If not I got some scotch tape 

Got to keep the lock safe 

Referrin' to the Safelock 

The shelves fall, the ground shake 

It make it do the James Brown 

I still wear the same crown 

Light-skin or light-brown 

I still dick her right down 

Hit her with the pipe bomb 

Some niggas like to fight crime 

Some niggas like to fight fair 

Some niggas got the right time 

You ask him, he say "Time'll tell" 

Some niggas think they're icons 

Some bitches think that I care 

Some niggas got a iPhone 

Some niggas had a SkyTel 

Some niggas really pythons 

I'm watchin' out for myself 

Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair 

Lyin' there 

Lookin' like "Aww, yeah" 

Lawn chair 

Jump right off the Con-Air 

And landed on a timeshare 

I wear Versace eyeware 

Feelin' like top shelf 

Cool as two Ls and Rock Bells 

Hot as Scottsdale 

Bombshell 

 

Photos 

 

[Outro: Lil Wayne] 

Blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs 

Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out 

All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out 

On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out (Bow!) 

Yeah, blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs 

Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out 

All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out 

On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out 

That's some sick shit 

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