Lil Wayne - London Roads lyrics

[Verse] (Weed and syrup, yeah) All I know is paper, I don’t know these hoes I like mouth in my lap, and p**y on my nose And I’m bringin’ home the bacon, it’s fryin’ on the stove You hoes can’t drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine And I swear everyday I’m on my Ariana grind Erase I got that yay, I got that ladidadida And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan Lord I’m a free man like I come from Amistad Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin’ o’s to octagons I get money while I’m sleep, I dream that I’m in heaven I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy, and smoked a gar with Wesley All my n***as rest in peace, and my enemies rest pleasant So when my n***as creep they catch ’em when they least expect ’em Momma told me if you run these streets, run these streets correctly Well feet don’t fail me now I never know my feet could test me Lord knows, I wear new clothes to the mall Two hoes on my arm, fur boots when it’s warm Church shoes to play ball We spittin’ this sh** like bird food to a dog Urkel to big Carl, y’all don’t hear me All I love is paper, I don’t love these hoes Boy that vest won’t save you, neither will he rose Lord he better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost Holy moly hockey mask like Halloween like OVO Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles All they sell is p**y, cause they been sold their soul Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 in 2 zero’s Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls Look at how big my safe is, that b**h got double doors I was runnin’ outta patience, ’til I heard “All aboard” They mad cause I be skatin’ at home on marble floors Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway I pop tags and throw ’em down and make the ground shake God damn, a pint of lean almost 5k I be spendin’ 25k every 5 days I sent my girl on a spa day cause Hood just came with them chickens I don’t want you in the house bae Plus we need the kitchen, Lord, trap house in abundance We got trap houses in London, y’all don’t hear me Hol’ up, had to switch the flow up, had to pour up, roll some more up Watch me go up, my doors go up, when I show up, why you show up? Pick my brew up, pick a O up, hit the store up, get a soda Get us 4 cups, split a 4 up, then we slow up, yeah you know us Then we toast cups and we post up, don’t approach us, we got toasters That’s my slime like we ghost bust and we both bust, give no f**s Take no stuff and take your stuff, then ho hunt for some choca I know a ho who’ll rock the boat, but I row her, I’m Noah Lord I remember when I was no one Lord When I couldn’t find Kack in no ones cards Ms. Cita I remember goin’ in your gun drawer Puttin’ it to my chest and missin’ my heart by centimetres oh Lord I remember dyin’ on her room floor And wakin’ up in some police’s arms He died recent, so I hope heaven made more room for him And I hope he see me, cause if he didn’t save that lil boy there would be no Weezy oh Lord