Lil’ Wayne – Fly Out Lyrics

We here

I said we here

The back of Tha Carter

The back of Tha Carter….Two….Ooooh

Yea….This here is….the end of Tha Carter Two people

HEY! HaHa.Yea

I got the game on ball and chain

I threw the key in the train

I’m like the key in the truck

I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless

Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic

Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine

Say my name and die in the daytime

You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton

Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond

I’m in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign

Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times

A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever

Tell them pussy niggaz come together

Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga

Six feet under flowers, you ain’t nothing but a petal nigga

I’m just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga

Thirty years old, shit that’ll be a different nigga

Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin

But she ain’t really trippin, ’cause the pots is pissed in

Them niggaz trippin, until the shots whistling’

Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention

I gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitches

As long as she don’t worry ’bout the coke in the kitchen

No preventing the crime, I gotta get it

I’m admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin

There you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkin

Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin

And since the future ain’t promised to no one

I live everyday like this is the sure one

Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean

Stand in the heat, ’til the mother fuckin snow come

And it feels so fuckin good

Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull

No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches

Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there’s a fortune

Come and get it, automatics in motion

We bangin for the bread nigga, even the molded

I got my loaf, I got my toast

Chaperone of the south, I got my coast. Yea

And until I die I’m Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE