Lil Wayne – Fly Away lyrics

[Intro: dj Drama]
I’d like for you to take this time
And remember where you was
The first time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times you’ve listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard
When we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y’all done copied the rhymes
Y’all done stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my shit-talkin’
Weezy and Dram’ — we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You welcome
A Dedication

[Verse 1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; that’s dna
Got a dyke ho, nympho, and your bitch layin’ next to me and bae
Eazy like nwa, they make me feel A-Ok
Feeling like Tony, “Grrreat!”
Feeling all on me, tsa
She got dollars, nut, and alcohol all over her T& A
She snort all this kkk, and this broad need aaa
Let’s enjoy some nba, y’all lil boys ncaa
Yeah, we got A-M-M-O, but you get beat like mma
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; that my dna
You get beat like Sugar Ray, tko, O-H-H
I smoke O’s, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight
I got P’s, I got weight, I got kis, I got gates
I got moon-rock, molly, ecstasy; inside this weed, it’s laced
I smoke doobies, don’t smoke J’s
Don’t watch movies, don’t go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play
I got Uzis on the way
I don’t be choosey, I don’t be safe
I don’t get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin’ like Zhané
Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-Wnba, I just teach her how to save
I been sleepin’ with my ak with my finger around her waist
I been dreamin’ I caught a body –
That’s some sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that ain’t even from the usa
That’s the land of the Free, it’s the home of aj
Got a whole brick of some yay
I put one line on the plate
She’s gon’ take it to the face like “Thin line between love and hate”
I got Dealers ‘n’ Associates, call that my dna
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that pb& J
I got Bloods in la, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods everywhere you lay
But ain’t no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the da
Treat beef like usda
Omw to your trap, (Blap!) Now I’ll be On My Way
I got plugs I ain’t got to pay
I got shit I ain’t got to say
I got cribs way out of state
I ain’t got no more pocket space
Sippin’ slo-mo at my pace
Lean like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades
I remember the Goose is Grey
Now it’s Bumbu by the case
Nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: dj Drama & (Lil Wayne)]
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
Y’all niggas still watching a master at work
(I already got…)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I already got the Ganja
I already got the Fanta
All black like Uganda
Hair back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a condom
Your skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark bite to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain’t never clowned him
Everybody rakin’ cash like it’s autumn
Y’all boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y’all take a seat on this toilet
Y’all ain’t shit, but y’all piss-poor, and
Sittin’ in the foreign like I’m on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I’m Macaulay Culkin
Thought about your coffin and started barfin’
Thought about your orphans, how they probably starvin’
Thought about this artful shit, how I’m so thoughtful
Walkin’ on the marble, feelin’ like Ricardo
Walkin’ ’round like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin’ smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the target
Sittin’ on the charter, talkin’ ’bout the targets
Waitin’ on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge
Make sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell like a orchid
Wetter than a wishin’ well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet
With a yellowbone car; that smoke green, that’s Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, that’s horror
No Eve in my garden, F-are-uh, F-are-uh
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors
Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters layin’ around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report ’em
World on my shoulders but it’s lighter than a clover
I’m your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your bitch rollers
You never been to jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt ’bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that sick shit, the sickness is showin’
The sickness is spreadin’, the disease is growin’
The bitches is hoein’, the witnesses knowin’
The dollars are torn, they fishing for coins
I continue goin’, I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the mornin’
Then I just yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, it’s 6, the reward

Kodak Black – Erykah Badu

Ight come on

[Verse 1]
I’m turned up on a jolly
I will milly rock on any block fuckin’ Kodak boppin’
I will hit a nigga with that Glock, don’t really do no talkin’
I will Diddy bop on any thot, she suck me ’till she coughin’
I will let it rip on all of y’all, just try me bitch I promise
Call me K, I got to always keep the K cause I got knowledge
I be ballin’ like Pheonix, but they say I’m hooked on phonic
You won’t catch a nigga tweetin’
I be schemin’, I be plottin’
They be leechin’, they be watchin’
She be geekin’ off the molly
Call me K, I got knowledge
Keep the K cause I got knowledge
I be drippin’, I be saucin’
I be limpin’ when I’m walkin’
I’m so fucked up in the noggin’
I be hearin’ bitches talkin’
Since I’m always fuckin’ eatin’ M’s, wet the cutlass candy
You know I don’t fuckin’ give a damn, whack you and your mammy
This is orange, don’t say tangerine cause I will get offended
I want Actavis Promethazine, don’t want that shit you sippin’
And believe me, I ain’t conceited
I’m just chillin’, I’m just livin’
And so what if I’m conceited, that’s just me but that’s my business
Remember I was in a sticky one, reality done hit me
Boy these niggas will make you kill some, they always in they feelings
Nigga what would y’all do, if you could be me for minute
Nigga what would God do, if we can fuckin’ switch positions
Aye repeat what you just said cause I was rollin’ when you told me
Can’t believe what you just said bitch I be [?]
A lil soldier from off Nolia
I can’t stay from out the corner
I don’t care none ’bout these foreigns, I’ll pull up in a ‘Yota
I was raised in a dope hole, posted on the stroll
Put a nigga in a choke hold ‘fore I sell my soul

[Verse 2]
Can’t keep these bitches off me
Now my bitch think I’m trippin’, got her trynna stalk me
Think before I do the shit, false move a culprit
Got plans for tomorrow, been a man and [?]
I don’t know you bitch, let me get your social
Got a power stayin’ bulker and another on commercial
I would rather hit the fuckin’ plug before I go commercial
Stop that tweet, I’ll murk you
I be geekin’ like I’m Urkle
Crackers came and got my uncle and he went in in December
I’m a come through bouncin’ in that orange, you’ll think I’m Tigger
Project baby, grew up in the park, you can call me Tigger
It’s whatever, I’ll rock a fella, and I’m on a jigga
If I ever meet Erykah Badu, I’ma fuck her
If I ever see you, out in public, I’ma touch you
Threw a meat, stayin’ busta free, I’ll bust a busta
In a busted bus, nigga, my interior peanut butter
Shawty said that that my kid, prolly is cause I was beatin’ her
Prolly not, it prolly is, really think that I’ll feed her
I was in the DMV and I was runnin’ up to meter
Settin’ trends, goin’ Super Saiyan, whipped out like Vegeta
In a stolo smokin’ reefer, rockin’ Polo in Adidas
Ridin’ olo with the Nina, I don’t know no nigga meaner

Drake – Days In The East

[Verse 1]
Why you keep askin’ me about her?
She’s not here right now, she’s not here right now
Why am I the one you wanna get into it with right now
I’ve got a lot to say, and that’s the last thing a nigga wanna hear right now
Spendin’ all my days on the Eastside, oh
Forgettin’ who I was on the other side, oh
Young nigga switchin’ up the program right now
Tryna put the power in my own hands right now
I’m about to ride through the old hood right now
Got too much pride for my own good right now
Waitin’ on you to give in and hit me up
So I could fall through like old times and hit it up

I’m terrible at inviting myself, call me over
Those nights when you need someone else call me over
You can be the one to take control call me over
When I get there, you already know, call me

[Verse 2]
Why you keep askin’ me about her?
Couple other things I’d rather wanna do than talk ’bout that right now
Told you about giving him chances and chances and chances
He’s not holding you down, he’s holding you back right now
Spendin’ all my days on the Eastside, oh
Forgettin’ who I was on the other side, oh
Young nigga switchin’ up the program right now
Tryna put the power in my own hands right now
Love it when your ass speak the truth to me
Tryna wake up and have you with me
Waitin’ on you to give in and hit me up
So I could fall through like old times and hit it up

I’m terrible at inviting myself, call me over
Those nights when you need someone else call me over
You can be the one to take control call me over
When I get there, you already know, call me

(I threw my hands in the air said show me something)
Remember one night I went to Erykah Badu house, she made tea for me
We talked about love and what life could really be for me
She said, "when that shit is real, you just know"
And I was thinking bout you, you already know
Yeah, the other night Chubbs showed up at my house
He had weed for me, that’s my nigga till we gon’
Keeps his ear to the streets for me
Said the city stress him out on the low
I said, "I feel you, nigga, I already know"
Yeah, already
Girl’s talkin’ bout you, gotta leave already
Damn, my lil’ nephew turned four already
Gave you a little help, you need more already
Damn, you need more already?
Before you said your mine, I was yours already
22, had the Bentley 4 door already
Even as a boy I was the boy already
So you know that mean the pussy galore already
Mention other girls, you get insecure already
That was in the past, I’ve matured already
Fuck them hoes, you got the award already
You go to Chanel and get rewards already
Know I do this shit for 3rd Ward already
Know I do this shit for H-Town already
Already, already
Back up in this thing, it’s a go
Had a couple niggas out of pocket, now they know
Ain’t the first time cause I’ve lost you before
Had to get it back, had to get it back
Had to pull it back because I know I’m on the road
Had to take you back because I know you’re down to roll
If you can get it from me, you can have it, now you know
All your friends asking where you stand with the boy
FaceTime said you got plans for the boy
Studying your body, that’s exams for the boy
Take a flight here, pop a xan for the boy
Waking up in Amsterdam with the boy
Long flight home, another xan for your boy
You would probably fly out to Japan for the boy
You would probably kill another man for the boy
You would probably…
You would probably lie ’bout it on the stand for your boy
Put the Bible to your right hand for the boy
That’s why you I ain’t never gotta worry ’bout the boy
You know you got…
You know you got that really good insurance on the boy
You just gotta pack a bag and hurry to the boy