Big Bad Wolf Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro] 

Uh-uh-uh-mmm 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

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[Verse] 

Keep that shit on Twitter 

Y'all ain't lit, y'all litter 

Keep that shit in your shitter 

Or eat that shit, don't spit up (Rrr!) 

Keep my bad bitch did up 

Keep my man bitch, put up 

Watchin' me do push-ups 

Just playin' with herself and I looked up (Damn!) 

Your thot need to get her look up 

You plottin' on me, my foot up 

Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion 

That ain't sauce, that's puddin' 

Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!) 

Shootin' up the jurors (Damn!) 

Don't name my pistol 

I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push 'em (Bam!) 

Y'all just pussy, get buried together and let 'em play footsie 

Y'all just wussy 

I got some bullies, gon' pull up in hoodies and come take a look-see 

Better play hooky 

I got some hookers hookin' up with some politicans 

And some athletes and some college niggas 

Send your missus on all kind of missions 

I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visits 

But my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky 

Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick in' 

When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky 

I don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky 

I don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly wiggly 

Fuck my bitch's friends, and they friendly-friendly 

While your bitch givin' me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D's 

Wendy's, Denny's like she tired of Macy's 

JC Penny's, I got bitches gettin' tired of spendin', spend it 

If we winnin', win it 

I know Dream Chasers that ain't never dreamt it 

So I had to tend it and I had to rim it 

And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny 

It's the Blood gang, it's the money gang 

Red rags to riches, need happy endings 

Then it's back to business and we laugh at sentencin' 

Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses 

Hungry artists or starvin' artists in the kitchen 

Restaurant and cafeterias 

Don't make a difference if you taste the difference 

Better pay the difference to the racketeers 

Now your good luck lookin' like you crackin' mirrors 

Now the artificial become sacrificial 

That's a body count, where the mathematician? 

Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples? 

With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle 

With a throat deep enough to land a missile 

If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions 

Tell him two cents is only half a nickel 

Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillows 

Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles 

And I catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu 

Throwin' pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit 

Neither of her friends do, I think that's official 

Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than the Simpson's 

And I'm magnificent so I had to pimp her 

And she had potential but he lacked credentials 

So give me a sec', I'll go at your neck 

And send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!) 

Yeah, cannibalism goin' animalistic in a land of civilians 

These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons 

Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia 

When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia 

Sound familiar? My plug's Sicilian 

He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia 

Behind the millions 

Rhyme or reason 

I'm the reason, got they eyes wide but too blind to see it 

With friends like those 

It make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em 

Hallelujah, power intruders 

Bitch walk around my house like Hooters 

Towel user, power user 

Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan 

Niggas talkin' out their bowel movers 

Turn they homies into flower choosers 

Turn your kids into father choosers 

Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar 

I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter 

Clap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo ya 

Tell a doc that's tryna to save your life and runnin' wires through you 

He could die next to ya (Rrr!) 

I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter 

Let her partner shoot it 

We pull out the movie, win awards 

She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty 

Niggas prostitutin', these rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit 

Not even 'bout pollution 

Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in 

Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it 

In route to Houston with a contribution full of Monster juices 

Monster too slow, macho Cujo macho mucho 

Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!) 

I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo 

Just follow the kupo and I know that you know 

I'm hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl 

I'm out of my loophole, you outta the loop though 

Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode 

The power to do so, my pockets is sumo 

Gettin' the mula by the minuto 

Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno 

Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo 

Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo 

Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull up 

(Pah, pah, pah) 

Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo 

Hittin' some new notes 

And I am the maestro and you just a typo 

Private flight, don't fly in too low 

I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow 

I got me a new ho and now it's a duo 

One went to college and one went to juco 

I had to ask 'em, what's four plus two though? (Rrr!) 

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