Get Somethin' Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne] 

Yeah, we on cloud 20 

That's high (high.. high) 

Weezy F baby and the squad following the boy 

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] 

Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless 

Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight 

Baby girl shakin like Beyonce 

I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air 

Table dances by my chair 

Get something now 

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[Lil Wayne] 

I'm hot from New Orleans 

Its Weezy F Baby 

Way above ballin' 

I Stay above yall and 

I got da A and da K if y'all want it 

I'm making way for my homies 

Ya better not sleep, stay awake for the morning 

It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh...hotter 

You six feet in the six 

Im snuffed in the Bentley 

who shot her stop playin' wit' me 

I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers 

Mobbin' wit my black Madonna 

Get my back momma 

Got that Mac persona 

I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G 

I'm from uptown never tempt me 

It's like Nevada 

I'll leave my desert empty uhh 

Bezzle yellow is pee Yeah.. 

Ain't a fella hotter than me, ain't another better than me ooh. 

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[Chorus] 

[Lil Wayne] 

Hole in the door fo' show ya boy rollin' 

I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring 

holdin my coast by myself never bowling 

Throwing the squad up lettin' em know what Weezy 

F toastin' floating 

Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin' 

Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded 

Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion 

Pull a rover over by some hoes in Magnolias 

Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boyz 

Whistle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised 

Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley 

I'm hardly seeing you playas you can't see me 

I'm a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really 

And the rose gold bezzle show clearly 

V where you at you gotta feel me Daddy 

[Chorus] 

[Lil Wayne] 

See I look to my side and Lil gutta say peel ya 

Weezy F get familiar y'all boy's gonna get pecuiliar 

I'ma's kii..kii ..kill ya 

I'ma Kit Kat dealer 

I'ma Maybach wheeler 

I'ma get them millions 

Like a slick big William hater 

Big willy like I fuck's wit Jada 

I ain't got nothin' but yaya man 

Nothin' but flavors man 

Nothin' but wages man 

Nothin' but paper 

I'ma fuck it and tape it and show all of my homies 

Drop 20's on the 'Rari 

Scratch off at parties 

I'ma make your hoe grab all her shorties up in the Escalade Suburban 

Snatch off that laundry 

I'ma make y'all boys back off the army 

Put that hammer to your dome 

Now come off that arm piece 

And I like that chain 

I'm feeling that hat 

My papi's Ozzy Ozbourne 

And I'm feeling like Jack 

Gimme dat! 

[Chorus] 

That's wazzup 

Man, it's weezy F man 

AND The F is for fly (flllyyy) 

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