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"John" is a track performed by Young Money rapper Lil Wayne, teams up with Rick Ross off Weezy's upcoming studio album entitled "Tha Carter IV" expected to hit stores on May 16, 2011.
The departure date for the album will be change as reported previously. The line will be officially release as second single which was produced by Polow Da Don.
Lil Wayne - John Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Fo` fo` bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet
I quit it at you and say that muthaf-cker fetch
I`m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call that b-tch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I`ma starve her to death
Top down, it`s upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!
You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a b-tch I got my hand up her dress
The money don`t sleep so Weezy can`t rest
An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh
[Rick Ross]
I`m not a star, somebody lied I got a helicopter in the car
I got a helicopter in the car
I got a helicopter in the car
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Load up the choppers like it`s December 31st
Roll up and pound it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I`m talking all brown linen, huh
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Big black n-gga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, b-tch I got a Nike shop
Counts the net you could shoot `em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I`m swimming in the yellow b-tch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam have a b-tch n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the 5th time
Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I`m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
[Rick Ross]
I`m not a star, somebody lied I got a helicopter in the car
I got a helicopter in the car
I got a helicopter in the car
[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it`s December 31st
Roll up and pound it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I`m talking all brown linen, huh
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, b-tch I`m red fox
Big bee`s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n-gga who don`t let a f-ck
Empty the meter than draw a window up
P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun
I`m in a red b-tch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don`t need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
b-tch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You see the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it`d be a holiday
[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
I`m not a star, somebody lied I got a helicopter in the car
So don`t fix it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the grass the more that b-tch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b-tch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a b-tch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I`m santa claus
N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y`all
Take it found and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that simply mean you f-cking up
It`s a cold World I ask a lady to cuddle up
I take the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up
[Lil Wayne]
I`m not a star, somebody lied, I got a helicopter in the car
Yeah
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