Lirik Lagu Fly Out - Lil Wayne
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[Lil Wayne]We hereI said we hereThe back of Tha CarterThe back of Tha Carter....Two....OooohYea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two peopleHEY! HaHa.Yea
[Verse 1]I got the game on ball and chainI threw the key in the trainI'm like the key in the truckI spent a G on these frames, though my vision is pricelessSeeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychicHearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mineSay my name and die in the daytimeYou catch my drift, man you better be PeytonBoy the heats on, they make a peace bondI'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth signStraight frowns, no daps, strapped three timesA Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whateverTell them pussy niggaz come togetherHeavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, niggaSix feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal niggaI'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil niggaThirty years old, shit that'll be a different niggaQuit it Wayne, your Mom is listeninBut she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is pissed inThem niggaz trippin, until the shots whistling'Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attentionI gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitchesAs long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchenNo preventing the crime, I gotta get itI'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittinThere you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkinOnly history I know is Benjamin FranklinAnd since the future ain't promised to no oneI live everyday like this is the sure oneTrain in the tidal wave, this is the oceanStand in the heat, 'til the mother fuckin snow comeAnd it feels so fuckin goodThrow my dope like a rope, let them tug and pullNo hope for the hopeless, rats and roachesRunnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortuneCome and get it, automatics in motionWe bangin for the bread nigga, even the moldedI got my loaf, I got my toastChaperone of the south, I got my coast. YeaAnd until I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE
[Verse 1]I got the game on ball and chainI threw the key in the trainI'm like the key in the truckI spent a G on these frames, though my vision is pricelessSeeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychicHearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mineSay my name and die in the daytimeYou catch my drift, man you better be PeytonBoy the heats on, they make a peace bondI'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth signStraight frowns, no daps, strapped three timesA Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whateverTell them pussy niggaz come togetherHeavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, niggaSix feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal niggaI'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil niggaThirty years old, shit that'll be a different niggaQuit it Wayne, your Mom is listeninBut she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is pissed inThem niggaz trippin, until the shots whistling'Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attentionI gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitchesAs long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchenNo preventing the crime, I gotta get itI'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittinThere you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkinOnly history I know is Benjamin FranklinAnd since the future ain't promised to no oneI live everyday like this is the sure oneTrain in the tidal wave, this is the oceanStand in the heat, 'til the mother fuckin snow comeAnd it feels so fuckin goodThrow my dope like a rope, let them tug and pullNo hope for the hopeless, rats and roachesRunnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortuneCome and get it, automatics in motionWe bangin for the bread nigga, even the moldedI got my loaf, I got my toastChaperone of the south, I got my coast. YeaAnd until I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE
