Original Silence Lyrics - Lil Wayne

I'm so twisted 

Mac! 

Lil Tunechi in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm ready 

Them nigga's pissed off, call em' R. Kelly 

I'm higher than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie 

Man all of these broads on my Johnson like Betsey 

Got a card in my wallet, blacker than that nigga Wesley 

Life is a bitch, well my bitch is sexy 

First I'm on the jet, and then I'm on the jet ski 

I make these female dogs heel, like Giuseppe's 

Man you be poppin' shit, and I be poppin' off 

I'm full of alcohol, like a cotton ball 

I just pick em' up and Mr. G just drop em' off 

I serve these ho's, Mr. Volleyball 

Spikes on my shoes, that's the Lou B's 

I'm on my P's and Q's, smokin' QP's 

Nigga I'm chillin, catch a cool breeze 

I build a tree house, if money grow on trees 

Fuck with me wrong, I send your head to your momma 

Death bed nigga, where the fuck is your pyjamas 

Blood all day, period, no commas 

Everybody tyin' to watch, but I'm timeless 

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[Hook: Lil Wayne] 

Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters 

Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter 

I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt 

Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked 

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go 'pew' 

That bitch go, 'pew' 

That bitch go, 'pew' 

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go 'pew' 

Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too 

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[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 

Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty 

And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari 

I go stupid, I go retarded, The grass is greener in my garden 

Swagger meaner than the warden 

Pow pow pow, I ain't with arguing 

Leave a nigga' lieakin', if you scared go see the deacon 

Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still speakin' 

Got a bunch of bitches tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets 

And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls like graffiti 

You's a dead pita bread, you're a fed ass nigga 

I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga 

Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga 

Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga 

And it's, party time, excellent, Wayne's World 

Party time, excellent, Wayne's World 

Tonight I'll prolly fuck another nigga girl 

Party time, excellent, Wayne's World 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Mack Maine] 

Mack in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm bout it 

These nigga's sweet, bunch of fuckin' brownies 

Fuck you talkin' bout, bitch I'm a G like a thousand 

I'm on my one, two, and bitch I'm still countin' 

You nigga's got problems, well I got bigger problems 

My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out em' 

You don't want that homie, Trust I got that blicka on me 

Finger fuck nina she horny, you won't see tomorrow morning, nigga 

We so fuckin' cold, young money, money old 

Life is full of choices, and your bitch chose, nigga 

I'm so HollyGrove, fuck them other nigga's 

And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a fuckin' picture 

Nigga you know what I'm on, a bag of that strong 

Nigga you know where I'm going, bitch I'm going going, gone 

Nigga holler at your boy, I don't give a fuck 

Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you nigga's up 

Mac!