Lil’ Wayne – Original Silence Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I’m so twisted…

Lil Tunechi in this bitch – tell them hoes I’m ready

Them niggas pissed off, call ‘em are. Kelly

I’m higher than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank and Effy

Man, all of these broads on my Johnson like Betsy

Got a card in my pocket blacker than that nigga Wesley

Life is a bitch? Well, my bitch is s***

First I’m on a jet, and then I’m on a jet ski

I make these female dogs heel like Giuseppes

Man, you be poppin’ shit, and I be poppin’ off

I’m full of alcohol like a cotton ball

I just pick ‘em up and Mr. G just drop ‘em off

I serve these hoes – Mr. Volleyball

Spikes on my shoes, that’s them Lou-Bs

I’m on my Ps & Qs, smokin’ qps

Nigga, I’m chillin’ – catch a cool breeze

I’ll build a tree house if money grow on trees

Fuck with me wrong, I’ll send your head to your mama

Death bed, nigga, where the fuck is your pyjamas?

Blood all day, period, no commas

Everybody tryna watch, but I’m timeless


Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters

Now eat these fuckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter

I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt

Bitch I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked

Got a silencer on the gun – that bitch go “pew”

That bitch go “pew”, that bitch go “pew”

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pew”

Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Bitch I’m from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty

And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari

I go stupid, I go retarded, the grass is greener in my garden

Swagger meaner than the warden – Pow! Pow! Pow! I ain’t with arguing

Leave a nigga leakin’, if you scared go see the deacon

Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin’

Got a buncha bitches tweakin’, to tell me all of their secrets

And if I get in that pussy, I’m on her walls like graffiti

You a dead pita bread, you’re a fed ass nigga

I’m on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga

Fuckin’ with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga

Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga

And it’s… party time, excellent, Wayne’s World

Party time, excellent, Wayne’s World

Tonight I’ll probly fuck another nigga girl

Party time, excellent, Wayne’s World


[Verse 3: Mack Maine]

Mack in this bitch, tell them hoes I’m ’bout it

These niggas sweet, a bunch of fuckin’ brownies

The fuck you talkin’ ’bout? I’m a G like a thousand

I’m on my one two, and bitch I’m still countin’

You niggas got problems, well I got bigger problems

My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out ‘em

You don’t want that, homie

Plus I got that pick-up on me, finger fuck Nina, she horny

You won’t see tomorrow morning, nigga

We so fuckin’ cold, young money, money old

Life is full of choices and your bitch chose, nigga

I’m so Hollygrove, fuck them other niggas

And if the gun’s strong I’ll paint a fucking picture

You know what I’m on, a bag of that strong

You know where I’m going, bitch, I’m goin’, goin’, gone!

Nigga, holla at your boy, I don’t give a fuck

Got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you niggas up