Lil Wayne - Bm J.r. lyrics

[Baby Talking] Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout' I peep these n***az out here they slippin like they ain't bout money no more man, so what f** You know what we gon' do ha? We gon' do what we been doin n***a We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say f** em' n***a Keep f**in hoes Loadin up on mo' b**hes Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too n***a I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind [Lil Wayne] I GOT IT I GOT IT [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Murder capital, only key to survive is k** If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real And n***as know I goes hard to the fullest Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets Yeah I got the sawed off, fully in the sean john hoody Get f**ed ya play p**y We hit em' up when they ain't lookin and them body shots hurt And the head shots took him Damn And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him Knock his top to his bottom jack You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom At the very bottom of the map Lou-easy-ana pirahnnas everywhere you at You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat You b**h could get it for actin like a man Them n***az in Pakistan impactin on ya man I back his hand ya man on command In front of n***az he cool with the boys on fam I'm on, I am just in different climates, duckin the animal keep on runnin wit my primates You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states, Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more Loose all that weight, leave a n***a with stretch marks You don't even come up to a n***a chest paw, supa, what the f** they play it in the club for ? Real sh** I'm duckin bombs from a drug war, no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushin lord Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord I'm just tryin to dodge the shots they send to the god They riding up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them n***az p**y and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain't lookin for "I" The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side Cuz when you wildin you ain't lookin, you just lookin high and when we hungry you look like pie Sweet potato a** n***a, you lemon merangue, apple custard, cherry jelly Don't make me get the buiscut buster What up gizzle you my distant brother Real sh** n***a same father different mother, yep I skip the frontin and sticks to keepin it trill You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than sk**s, my speeches can k** Rest in peace [Baby talking] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing n***a, If you bout money n***a come f** with us, if you ain't bout money get the f** from round us n***a And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya Order b**h, ya underdig Put ya prints in n***a Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Ay, ay You sleep in a field for tryin the dude I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you I lie his body in grease set fire to him I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade Damn I'm near heatin and blaze a n***a keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blades Watch, my n***a hungry, he'll eat the plate And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face yea And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table I keep the eight Haha My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a n***a sideways for five days Birdman talk to em' [Baby talking] Yeah n***a, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty If it ain't about money get all the f** from round us [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Ay, ay, Check my swag, I travel like sound dog You play hard in the gravel like ground dog I'm underground call me groundhog Lay down lawgs call me ground law Don't confuse me with the law, naw but just confuse me with my paw Because I am the Birdman J-R I ain't trippin n***a, I play the corner like ripkin n***a With the 40 cal ripkin n***a, rip a n***a Flip ya vehicle, split ya winsheild Wack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still, cuz the lil n***a still rides on big wheels You feeling animal then come on and get k**ed And sig pill bandannas like banana's Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in havana In my cabana with my bottom b**h from savahnna Man a train couldn't stop ya man I man up and you not a man I stand up, say I got my land I'm the man of my land Call it lil-weezy-ana Thats the new plan [Baby talkin] Yeah n***a, you bout some money get at me n***a Thats the only way Dumb sh** we bout that get at me n***a roll solo, dolo n***a