Lil Wayne Ft. Drake - Right Above It - Gone 'Til November (Lyrics) скачать видео бесплатно

This is not my song, it belongs to Lil Wayne and is on the album Gone 'Til November.

Lyrics:

[Drake: Verse 1]

Who really tryna f-ck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley Gee, bro

Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows

And I want to tell you something that you prolly should know

This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow

And ahhh My real friends never hearin' from me

Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose, I don't get sh-t confused

I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes

Live in the same building, but we got different views

I got a couple cars I never get to use

Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club and all them b-tches find the floor

Plus I just sipped and so this sh-t is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

[Lil Wayne]

[Chorus]

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it

We on

It's Young Money, motherf-cker

If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherf-cker, all right

[Hook]

Now somebody show some money in this b-tch

And I got my bees with me like some honey in this b-tch, ya dig?

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

[Verse 2]

Meet me on the fresh train

Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names

And all of my riders do not give a f-ck, X Games

Guns turn you boys into b-tches, sex change

And I smoke 'til I got chest pains

And you n-ggas know I rep my game like Jesse James

Women all possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne

I been fly so long I fell asleep on the p-p-plane

Skinny pants and some Vans

Call me Triple 8, get my advance in advance, Amen

As the world spin and dance in my hands

Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand

Uh, wake up and smell the p-ssy

You n-ggas can't see me, but never overlook me

I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me

Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me

[Chorus]

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it

We on

It's Young Money, motherf-cker

If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherf-cker, all right

[Hook]

Now somebody show some money in this b-tch

And I got my bees with me like some honey in this b-tch, ya dig?

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

[Verse 3]

How do he say what's never said?

Beautiful black woman, I bet that b-tch look better red

Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg

Bird-bi-birdman Junior, eleventh grade

Ball on automatic start

I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw

Wildcat offense, check the paw prints

We in the building, n-ggas in apartments

N-now, c'mon, be my blood donor

Flow so nice, she ain't gotta put a rug on her

Do it big, and let the small fall under that

Damn, where you stumbled out?

From where they make gumbo at

Kane got the f-ckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack

You know me, I get on this b-tch and have a heart attack

Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, b-tch, nothin' short of that

President Carter, Young Money Democrat

[Chorus]

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it

We on

It's Young Money, motherf-cker

If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherf-cker, all right

[Hook]

Now somebody show some money in this b-tch

And I got my bees with me like some honey in this b-tch, ya dig?

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first