Lil Wayne - I'm Illi lyrics

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Lil Wayne - I'm Illi lyrics

[Lil Wayne) Young money! (ya dig) Yeah! Ima Millionaire, Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair, Ima venereal disease like a menstrual bleed.. Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind, Cuz I dont write sh** cuz I aint got time, Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al mighty dollar, And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha f** a copper, Got da maserati dancin on the bridge p**y poppin, Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you cant stop em, I go by them goon rules if you cant beat em then you pop em, You cant man em then you mop em, You cant man em then you drop em, You drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher, Yeah! Motherf**er I'm ill (Wayne I'm goin' in) [Cory Gunz] Im Millie in here wit them Young Money Milli on aires, Think you really pop a wheelie in air, Mac Milli..the Vanillis in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped, I get brats who dont give top, I get ta**el, pa** you wit a flow you could never put a brake on, An I break on anything a n***a take on, Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a n***a like im Akon, Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown, Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas, Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime, Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, sh**ty on a dime, Penny on the line, Plentys in me, any guineas wit em bigger than a mini and remind im.. Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep, Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep.. She caught by Weezy F, we be the best, Truely to d**h prove me the rest, Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha [these lyrics unconfirmed in album version but present in mixtape version] young money C3 nay nay, daddys better ok a millionaire im a young money millionaire what chyall really want it now yall dont really wanna do it if hip hop is dead i am the embalming fluid and I dont care who it be, Im steppin to it notice I say it cuz to me, it aint sh** get. it. call me whacha like trick? call me on my sidekick never answer when its private man I hate a shy chick dont you hate a shy chick I had a plate of shy chick and she aint shy no mo she changed her name to my chick hahaha, yea boy thats my girl and she pops excellent up in waynes world totally dude you should see their faces when they see that this robot can move and its like hahaha, yea and it go thats right Im a millionaire Im a young money cash money fast money slow money mo money neva low money what is that, who is that, I never heard of it I will take your picture and make a rest in peace shirt of it tell those n***** beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz i k**ed and now dont tell no one you heard of me its like, the beat was screamin, murder me and im a, murderer so I murdered it and you n***** is what i eatin ill make sure of it and he who dont believe me Ill make dessert of him sherbet him, I mean shame on him, or her Carter, Father of this rap thang, this is my race gon take a lap man weezy babys nursery now gon take a nap man, its nap time Ill holla back at you at snack time Weezy F. yea, ok they say Im rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at who dat who dat said they gon beat Lil Wayne my name aint bic, but I keep that flame who dat one dat do dat boy yall knew dat true dat swallow and i be the shhhh now you got loose bowels I dont owe you like two vowels but Id like for you to pay me by the hour hahaha and Id rather be pushing flowers, than to be in the penn sharing showers see Tony told us this world was ours and the Bible told us every girl was sour dont play in the garden and dont smell her flower call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower boy I got so many girls like Im Michael Lowry even Gwen Stefani said she couldnt doubt me man, life, just aint life, without me hip hop just aint hip hop, without me young moola baby C3

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