Lil’ Wayne – Get Somethin’ Lyrics

Chorus Mannie Fresh

Lexus, Benz, Impala’s with’ the top down drivin’ careless

Swervin’ through from left to right, and I’m dressed so super tight

Baby girl shake it like Beyonce

I done forgot about fiance, blowin’ smoke up in the air

Table dances by my chair

Get something now

Lil Wayne

I’m hot from New Orleans

Weezy F Baby

Way above ballin’

Stay above ya’ll and

I got da A and da K if y’all want it

I’m making way for my homies

Better not sleep, stay awake for the moment

It’s young Carter come and get it in order oooh… hotter

You six feet in the six

I’m snuffed in the Bentley

Oooh… shorty stop playin’ with’ me

I’m da heart of the SQ mobbers

Mobbin’ with my black Madonna

Get my back momma

Got that Mac persona

I’m a P.I.M.P, I’m the uncrowned K.I.N.G

I’m from uptown never tempt me

Cause it’s like nevada

I’ll leave my desert empty uhh

Bezzle yellow SP Yeah…

Ain’t a fella hotter than me, ain’t another better than me ooh.

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Lil Wayne

Hole in the door fo’ show ya boy rollin’

I’m cold with’ da’ flow no boast but y’all boring

Holding my coast by myself never folding

Throwing the SQAD 7 up lettin’ em know it

Wizzle F toting floating

Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin’

Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded

Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion

Pull a rover over by some hoes make noise

Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boya’z

Wizzle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised

Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley

I’m hardly seeing you playa you can’t see me

I’m a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really

And the rolls gold bezzle show clearly

Fee where you at you gotta feel me Daddy

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Lil Wayne

See I look to my side and Lil Gudda say peel ya

Weezy F get familiar y’all boy’s startin na get pecuiliar

I’m a’s kii… kii… kill ya

I’m a Kit Kat dealer

I’m a Maybach wheeler

I’m a get them millions

Like a slick big William hater

Big willy like I fuck’s with Jada

I ain’t got nothin’ but yaya man

Nothin’ but flavors man

Nothin’ but wages man

Nothin’ but paper

I’m a fuck it and take it and show all of my homies

Drop 20’s on the ‘Rari

Scratch off at parties

I’m a make your hoe grab all her shorties up in the Escalade Suburban

Snatch off that lingerie

I’m a make y’all boys back off the army

Put that hammer to your dome

Now come off that arm piece

And I like that chain

I’m feeling that heck

My papi’s Ozzy Ozbourne

And I’m feeling like Jack

Gimme dat!

Chorus

That’s wassup

Man, it’s weezy F man

AND The F is for fly (flllyyy)