Biografia:
Dwayne Michael Carter, mais conhecido como Lil' Wayne, nasceu em Nova Orleans, Louisiana, Estados Unidos, no dia 27 de Setembro de 1982. É um rapper estadunidense. Também é conhecido como Birdman J.R., Raw Tune, Weezy F. Baby, Weezy, Dwayne Carter. Seus rappers favoritos são 2Pac, Eminem, Pimp Daddy, U.N.L.V., Big Pun e Jay-Z, além do rapper underground JO$H.
Assinou com a Cash Money Records quando ainda estava no ginásio. Depois de ver Wayne usando as cores das gangues locais, sua mãe melou seu contrato com a gravadora.
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Outras músicas:
- How To Love
- Mirror (feat. Bruno Mars)
- 5 Star
- Bitches Love Me
- Blackin Out
- Blood Mary
- Blowing Up Fast
- Blunt Blowin
- Dark Side Of The Moon
- Dont Cry
- Drop The World
- Faith
- Fireworks
- Heavy Chevy
- Hercules
- Hustler Musik
- Im The One
- It Aint Me
- Knockout
- Like A Man
- Lollipop
- Love Me
- Magnolia
- Mess
- Mirror
- Mrs Officer
- Mula Gang
- Paradise
- Rich As Fuck
- Right Above It
- Selsun Blue
- Something You Forgot
- Sorry 4 The Wait
- Start A Fire
- Sucker For Pain
- Til She Lose Her Voice
- Vizine
- Without You
- Yeezy Sneackers
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[Intro]
Bm
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
[Verse 1]
Uh
Bm
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
Bm G
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Bm
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Bm G
Yeah, Stunna number block
Bm
This New Orleans milly rock
Bm G
Let 'em milly rock
Bm
Me and woe don't really rock
Bm G
Evidently not, brrrr
Bm
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
Bm G
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
Bm
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
Bm
I did a show with Ja
Bm
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bm G
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Bm G
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
Bm G
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Bm G
Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped
Bm G
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop
Bm G
The bitches' drawers gon' drop, and then the call's gon' drop
Bm
Hello?
Bm
I ball too hard, they flop, woah
Bm
And all of these bitches got ass
Bm
How did they get it so fast?
Bm
They ain't have that in the past, I still smash
Bm
In L.A. they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs
Bm G
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock
[Chorus]
Bm Bm
Hollup, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
Bm G
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
[Verse 2]
Bm
And I, fuck, these, hoes
Bm
If, I, don't, doze
Bm G
Off, on, that drank
Bm G
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Bm G
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Bm G
Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game
Bm G
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
Bm G
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Bm
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
Bm G
All of my bitches, they're new
Bm G
They got more bitches than you
Bm G
All of these hoes is gon' loose
Bm
But my bitch keep me in the loop
Bm G
She blow me like hot Campbell's soup
Bm
My woadies come out like a troop
Bm G
Innocent bystander, oops
Bm
Ain't tryin' might find out your fruits
Bm G
I'm in a pineapple coupe
Bm G
Passin' you up like juke
Bm G
Turnin' heads like a screw
Bm
Give that ho a tip
Bm
Enough to buy a whip
Bm
Give that ho some sip
Bm G
She fall asleep, I dip
Bm
I'm rich, bitch
Bm
Money, Mitch
Bm
What's in that, bag?
Bm G
14, bricks
Bm
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Bm
Used to, used to drive a Masi'
Bm
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Bm
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Bm G
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Bm G
Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
Bm G
I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
Bm G
It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
Bm G
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh
Bm
Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh
Bm G
It's the, it's the Roc, uh
Bm
Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah
Bm G
I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
Bm
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
[Verse 1]
Uh
Bm
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
Bm G
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Bm
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Bm G
Yeah, Stunna number block
Bm
This New Orleans milly rock
Bm G
Let 'em milly rock
Bm
Me and woe don't really rock
Bm G
Evidently not, brrrr
Bm
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
Bm G
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
Bm
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
Bm
I did a show with Ja
Bm
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bm G
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Bm G
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
Bm G
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Bm G
Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped
Bm G
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop
Bm G
The bitches' drawers gon' drop, and then the call's gon' drop
Bm
Hello?
Bm
I ball too hard, they flop, woah
Bm
And all of these bitches got ass
Bm
How did they get it so fast?
Bm
They ain't have that in the past, I still smash
Bm
In L.A. they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs
Bm G
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock
[Chorus]
Bm Bm
Hollup, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
Bm G
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
[Verse 2]
Bm
And I, fuck, these, hoes
Bm
If, I, don't, doze
Bm G
Off, on, that drank
Bm G
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Bm G
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Bm G
Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game
Bm G
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
Bm G
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Bm
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
Bm G
All of my bitches, they're new
Bm G
They got more bitches than you
Bm G
All of these hoes is gon' loose
Bm
But my bitch keep me in the loop
Bm G
She blow me like hot Campbell's soup
Bm
My woadies come out like a troop
Bm G
Innocent bystander, oops
Bm
Ain't tryin' might find out your fruits
Bm G
I'm in a pineapple coupe
Bm G
Passin' you up like juke
Bm G
Turnin' heads like a screw
Bm
Give that ho a tip
Bm
Enough to buy a whip
Bm
Give that ho some sip
Bm G
She fall asleep, I dip
Bm
I'm rich, bitch
Bm
Money, Mitch
Bm
What's in that, bag?
Bm G
14, bricks
Bm
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Bm
Used to, used to drive a Masi'
Bm
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Bm
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Bm G
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Bm G
Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
Bm G
I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
Bm G
It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
Bm G
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh
Bm
Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh
Bm G
It's the, it's the Roc, uh
Bm
Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah
Bm G
I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
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