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Les 30 phrases les plus fun de Lil Wayne

24 Sep , 2016  

« Over Here Hustlin »

« Adam’s apple meet banana clip/You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip »
 
 
 

« Cali Dro »

« I can get it cross the boarder, I got a Ryda name Winona/And I be calmer than a soma, inside of the phantom/And it’s lookin’ like a sauna, and I still stay high/ And I still got my diplomaAnd I still keep the maggie on me like a Homer »
 
 
 

« BM J.R. »

« And when we hungry you look like pie/Sweet potato-ass nigga you lemon merengue, apple custard/Cherry jelly, don’t make me get the biscuit busta »
 
 
 

« A Milli »

« Who that one that do that boy, you knew that, true that, swallow / And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels /I don’t O U like two vowels /But I would like for you to pay me by the hour »
 
 
 

« Forever »

« And I will never stop like I’m running from the cops / Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur to the top / Life is such a fucking roller coaster then it drops /But what should I scream for? This is my theme park »
 
 
 

« Hollywood Divorce »

« That’s why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease / And I be’s the little nigga / Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane – Lil Wayne / But in Hollywood it’s Litt-le Wayne / It don’t make me none / So that’s why I got a pre-nup / I do »
 
 
 

« Maybach Music II »

« All-black Maybach I’m sitting in the asshole/Classy as a mother still gutta like a bad bowl/Benjamin Franklin on Ex how the cash roll/That’s right the mills do like damp clothes »
 
 

 

« Run This Town »

« C-A-R-T-E-R Put the beat in ER / I’m colder than « b-r » / Add another 3 « r »’s / Watch me like D-V-D, V-C-R / Pump to your chest — I ain’t talking CPR »
 
 

« Put Some Keys On That »

« I’ma beast, I’mma dog, I should rap with a muzzle / Peyton Manning flow, I just go no huddle /Baby girl gettin’ straight dick, no cuddle / You know I’m out this world, I just bought a space shuttle »
 
 
 

« Swag Surfin »

« I pass the purpDon’t fuck with me ‘cause right now I’m higher than Captain Kirk / I swear I be the sickest nigga, You can ask the nurseAnd if you throw it in the bag, I bet I’ll snatch her purse. »
 
 
 

« Money On My Mind »

« I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip / Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist / Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist /I whip coke like hoes, nigga I’m a pimp »
 
 
 

« Cannon »

« One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy /That’s the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me / Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming /Don’t make that bird shit, he got a weak stomachNiggas know I’m sick, I don’t spit, I vomit, got it? »
 
 
 

« C.O.L.O.U.R.S »

« I got paper like loose leafCome over here and maybe you can get a few sheets / My body’s unique like the Sistene chapel / Fresh, six green apples »
 
 
 

« All My Life »

« Yeah, times is hard as it is/ That’s why I got guns and my guns got kids /That’s why I be going so tough on them hoes / I play my own hand, I don’t shuffle or fold »
 
 
 

“Guess Who’s Back”

« Mama like ewww, how high is he./Real high mommy, high as can be/But little papi still got skrill like Bill Cosby/I am a legend a hero/Y’all just my sons like Theo. »
 
 
 

« President Carter »

« Uh, I’m a monster, exorcisms /Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms /Uh, detrimental on any instrumental /I say you rappers sweet I pay the incidentalsI’m beneficial, I’ve been official / I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu »
 
 
 

« 3 Peat »

« Get on my level? you can’t get on my level /You would need a space shuttle or a ladder that’s forever. »
 
 
 

« Best Rapper Alive »

« The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac /You can’t see me baby boy you got dat cataracts »
 
 
 

“Holla At Them Boyz”

“Get out of bounds and I won’t blow the whistle/I’ll blow pistol, you hear me. Quit all the foul play out or I’ll spray out. Yall rookies need to be like me. I’m fundamental like Timmy but I can get flagrant like Kenyon/I care not to hear any opinions bout my image/Cause I’m the same player from the finals to a scrimmage.”
 
 
 

“Addictive”

“We pass in them Vs and top is raising/My jersey is hot, my tennis shoes steaming my socks is blazing/The rocks in my watch is crazy, look goofy/Iceberg sweater kids yelling, ‘Look Goofy!’”
 
 
 

“Renegades”

“Don’t even know where to begin that story about your whoodie/I’m younger than Kobe, vet like Rob Horry/I made it, pop bubbly your buddy is getting chubbier than N.O.R.E.”
 
 
 

« Every Girl »

« Baby, I’m a groupie, my sex game is stupid, my head is the dumbestI promise I should be hooked on phonics, yeah »
 
 
 

« Sky’s The Limit »

You looking for divine and a little intervention /And them birds don’t fly without my permission/ I’m probably in the sky flying with the fishes/ Or maybe in the ocean swimming with the pigeons / See my world is different / Like Dwayne Wayne »
 
 
 

“Best Of Me”

“However you want it, I’ll metal you homie/Hotter than kettles over the stove in the morning and I’m over the stove with a O of coke and some Arm & Hammer.”
 
 
 

“Down 4 My NIggaz”

« Catch me in the drop top, me and Super Blanca/22s jumping in the street we playing hopscotch/Any fools jumping in the street we saying blocka/Coke move lovely and cheap we saying holla/Man, we saying powder, heroin, grass, X, pistols, bullets, verses, sex/Weezy versus whoever’s your best/ Fuck a hot 16 I’ll Mack 11 your chest.”
 
 
 

« Beat Without Bass »

« Hey, I take three l’s to the head: Love, Live, Life, and I’m dead /Young Money, Dipset, that’s what this is »
 
 
 

« Steady Mobbin »

« Life is a gamble and I’m all about my poker chips /Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this »
 
 
 

« Ask Dem Hoes »

« I’m lookin in the mirror, and I see a dollar sign / I had a cat scan, and I had money on my mind / I tell a bitch go and get my name on ya spine /So I can feel good, when I’m hittin it from behind »
 
 
 

« Mr. Carter »

« Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth / Wonder if Stevie do? But I’mma leave it toGod, not Beaver, neither you / Cause I’mma murder Y, kill O and even U »
 
 
 

“Murder This Shit”

“Was too cute to work in a checkout line/So I stayed at home bagging up. But as soon as they got their checks they came to check out mine/And I was working the checkout line, I twerking from chickens to dimes, nigga whaaaan.”
 
 
 
 
  
 
 

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