Lil’ Wayne – Fuck A Nigga Thoughts Lyrics

[INTRO]

Haha

Young…

Moolah baby

Cut the music up mayne

[Lil wayne]

Ok money on my mind

Fuck a nigga thought

He aint even think

He aint even see me with the pistol and the shank

Walked up to him put the pistol to his tank

Pussy nigga faint

Pick that pussy up

Naw let em lay

Where I’m from I see a fukin dead body everyday (X3)

Hammer in draws, hammer in draws

And yal aint nuttin but nails in the wall

Holsters, holsters empty like a mufuka

Off my hip clip empty like a mufuka

Hehe ok simply I’m a bug-lover

It’s fly carter duckin a fly squatter

Simply I’m a mufuka pimpin aint dead because I’m pimpin like a mufuka

Now where ya hoe at

Wipe ya feet on the doormat

Ima bring the N.O. back Like a nigga with no bat

Ima go forward the top and get low with them hoes

Gon get cut like a sword

I know it

You aint gotta tell me

I already smell it you pussy niggas eatin peanut butter

And jealous, you lost, like and jealous

But u can find me in a white tan ellis

Just like van halen ima rock out bitch

Ima wear that glock like a fukkin outfit

I’don nt care what you know, you don’t kno nuttin bout this

And I hope ya ass choke when u suck on my dick

Weezy!

[Kid kid]

Ok I’m strapped up

I’m strapped up

Downtown maniacs strait jackets and strapped up

And scrappin we can do, see scrappin what we do

And I’m like let me at em call me scrappy doo

Handle the scrap with u, I aint lookin stupid

You beat me too bad, bitch I’m comin back shootin

Fool ima fool, I do what I do

It’s like fixin broke cars, which fuel imma use

The tech or the ooze

The mack or the rue

Catch it when it’s just u

U like it wasn’t just you

I guess I’m just too real for niggas to adjust to

Fuck me? Nah bend over nigga fuck u

See I know what’s what, who’s who, and who is you

Move ya lose, ya move a inch – ya know the ligaments dat you cud loose?

I’ll put you on the ten o clock news

1, 2 buckle ya shoes here come the kid

Cruel ooh blood ooze will fill up ya whole food

Dude usin more tools them tim from home improve

Then I play it cool smooth as james brown shoes

Don’t play with him cuz shoot he’ll shoot

I’m, loose as a goose on that goose

Wit them hoes I’m playin duck, duck goose

Boy I’m slick like moose

I’m the truth nigga floose

I’m a murderer fuck M.O.O.P.

Put niggas on mute like

Then I come back like good crack

I am that and get that I spit crack

6 shot by the 6-pack

I spit that where u spit at

I send niggas where ya kids at

Dnt worry where the kidd at nigga HUHH!

[Lil wayne]

Uptown back in it, holly grove black menace

Black shirt black tennis, black semi

I never sat in a hemi, that wud offend me

Try maybach or maybach

Bitch I got stacks YEAH

Paychecks on paychecks

But I still want payback

I still don’t play that

I kill on ASAP

We dnt do shit but get money all day

Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yal way

Y.M young mula, young money all day

Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay

Which one of yal say ya want drama I’m honered

BLITZ yo ass like a muthafukin lineman

Stack of paycheck wit a whole bunch of commas

Still wear red like a old 49er

Fuck shittin on ya dump the whole toilet on ya

Weezy f. baby bitch I’m hotta than Uganda