Lil Wayne - John lyrics

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my mothaf**ing pet I point it at you and tell that motherf**er fetch I'm f**ing her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**y, mouth and a**, call that b**h triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to d**h Top down, it's upset Been f**ing the world and n***a and I ain't cum yet! You f** 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 n***as with a reality check Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a b**h I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my f**ing address, huh I'm not a star, Somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first Roll up and co*k it and hit them n***as where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Big black n***a, and an icy watch Shoes on the coupe, b**h I got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they might high, swish! I'm swimming in the yellow b**h, boss In the red nine eleven looking devilish Red beam make a b**h n***a sit down Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a n***a dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got k**ers off in Chicago I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first Roll up and co*k it and hit them n***as 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, b**h I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox I get money to k** time, dead clocks Your f**ing with a n***a who don't give a f** Empty the clip than roll a window up p**y n***as sweet, you n***as Cinnabon I'm in a red b**h, she said she finna cum Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB b**h a** n***a, p**y a** n***a I see ya looking, with ya looking a** n***a You know the rules, k** '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 a** apart than I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever (huh) The bigger the bullet the more that b**h gon' bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b**h My first home invasion, poppy gave me forty bricks Son of a b**h, than 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 n***as gather 'round, got gifts for each and 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 f**ing up It's a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, mothaf**er huddle up I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car, yeah