John Lyrics - Tha Carter Iv - Lil Wayne

Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet 

I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch 

I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck 

I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat 

When I was in jail she let me call her collect 

But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death 

Top down, it's upset been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet! 

You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck 

The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet 

The guns are drawn and I ain't talking bout a sketch 

I pay these niggas with a reality check 

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best 

This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress 

The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest 

An AK47 is my fucking address, huh 

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I'm not a star, somebody lied 

I got a chopper in the car 

I got a chopper in the car 

I got a chopper in the car 

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st 

Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts 

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon 

Buried in Louie, I'm talking all brown linen, huh 

Big black niggas, and an icey watch 

Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop 

Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box 

Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might be hot, swish!! 

I'm swimming in the yellow bitch, boss 

In the red 9-11 looking devilish 

Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down 

Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time 

Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope 

Make it come back even harder than before 

Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes 

Well connected, got killers off in Chicago 

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I'm not a star, somebody lied 

I got a chopper in the car 

I got a chopper in the car 

I got a chopper in the car 

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st 

Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts 

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon 

Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh 

Talk stupid get ya head popped 

I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox 

Big bee's, Red Sox 

I get money to kill time, dead clocks 

Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck 

Empty the clip than roll a window up 

Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon 

I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum 

200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece 

That banana clip, let chiquita speak 

Dark shades, Eazy E 

Five letters, YMCMB 

Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga 

I see ya looking, what ya looking at nigga 

You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving 

If I died today it'd be a holiday 

I'm not a star, somebody lied 

I got a chopper in the car 

So don't make it come alive 

Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together 

YMCMB, double M, we rich forever 

The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gonna bang 

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint 

Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch 

My first home invasion, papi gave me 40 bricks 

Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape 

Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes 

Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus 

Niggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all 

Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up 

If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up 

It's a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up 

I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up 

I'm not a star, somebody lied, 

I got a chopper in the car 

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