American Dream Lyrics - Return Of The Leak - Lil Wayne

[Verse 1] 

Uhhn! 

Like muthafuck all y'all 

Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all 

Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches 

Click clack pow pow 

[Mike Tyson talking] 

Uhhn! 

Like muthafuck all y'all 

Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all 

Uhhn! 

Like muthafuck all y'all 

Uhhn! 

Like muthafuck all y'all 

Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all 

Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches 

Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches 

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I'm the Dream machine I mean king vision 

I can see through yo' scene like clear screens, hear me? 

To a lion you are just deer meat 

Fear God fear me ser-ious 

Us Be YM them try them and die when I say so 

Weezy F. hardful red go like Prego 

It's all gravy tryna build like Legos 

Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with some breakfast on the table 

Yeah! 

And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga 

Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya hommie too 

I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit 

And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a marksmen too 

And you're the target, Oops! 

And everything gets better in time and time is forever 

And muthafucka it's my time and I'm better 

[Mike Tyson talking] 

Photos 

[Verse 2] 

Hoe I go so hard 

I'm so gone my I.D. is a postcard 

I travel like B-ball with no calls 

I play my roll and listen out for the roll ball 

This is a movie and every movie must go off 

But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg 

Say what up Blood! 

What da lick Read!? 

Five star general in a six speed 

Still hood like thick cheese bitch please 

Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze 

Bullets that a trim trees 

Simply shoot till it's empty 

Inf. Beam turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese 

Folla me! Folla me! 

Fuck around and see a whole notha side of me 

I separate yo' body with them hollow tips biologiest 

Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom with a mask on 

Pistol to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga) 

Payton Manning offense Singletary defense 

Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit 

That is how I keeps it, rest in piece Pimp C 

I do it how I do it cuz I know my nigga see me 

And I'ma hold it down bitch yeah that crown fit 

The boy got a flow that you can drown in 

When you in the water watch them sharks, 

when you in the water watch dat salt 

Young Carter no floss Style so Raw,or.. 

[Mike Tyson talking] 

[Verse 3] 

Hahaha! 

Fuckin' right I'm a monster 

Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers I'll sign ya 

Mortal Kombat Street Fightin' like E. Honda 

Murk ya and da dummies dat signed ya what's reallly 

Fireman spit gasoline on ya contract 

Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a batch of bitches 

Y'all niggas act like a bunch of bitches 

Blood bitches leave you in a tub of blood 

Bitches young niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols 

We at yo' window with scud missles Young Carter 

Big nuts and they hung farther than ya father's 

Uhahaha!