Lil Wayne - Still Got The Rock lyrics

n***a I'll be hard on a hoe, 'cause a b**h ain't sh** And every hoe I done f**ed done s**ed my dick I had to pour out some drank for n***as I miss I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss It's Dedication 5, medication high I got to clean up after these n***as cause they be wasting time And boy my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines It's Tunechi. I go hard, I put in work Twin clocks, the gift and the curse Dirty money, no footprints in dirt We geeked up, the revenge of the nerds I swear, play with these n***as that's that sh** I don't do As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food sponsored links I got the power but a short fuse, let's go. I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds You know snitches get stitches n***a needle and thread You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs Pretty please don't k** my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg Alright f*cking right, shoot you up at the light Straight take all your possessions, call that sh** poltergeist And my homie he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes I call my b**h Plain Jane cause she catch nut like a flight I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script Your b**h leaking information, I just follow the drip Soon as I get that coupe, I'ma go get the rims Toss the keys to my homie, tell that n***a it's his I feel like he-man when I'm in your hoe You tell that b**h give me my space like a telescope In her throat like the cola, my system solar I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra Watch that n***a, let's go! Boy my b**hes got b**hes badder than your b**hes But I can't trust none of them b**hes though, like magicians Straight blowing money fast, I'ma get a ticket Soon as I get off paper I'ma smack a n***a No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke Right back pocket flag redder than a velvet rope Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know Shorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokes I swear to god, I put in work I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert I spit these bars, this a universe You better duck, like Dooney Bourke I'm telling you, shot out Turk, it's Hot Boys, b**h the block is hot If I ain't have the keys to success, I would have picked the lock Diarrhea sh** don't stop until I f*ck a casket drop Still got that crack, maybe one day I'ma pa** the rock Tunechi Dedication 5, What up five!