Lil Wayne - Gossip Lyrics
I Hate This,And I Don't Walkin Around Looking For It Ya KnowBut Yesterday It Seems Just Wonder Around Till It Found Me You Know LikeGossip Found MeThen Why Don't You Try Prove ItHow?You Don't Know How To Prove It,Well What You Just You Do Is..Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop,Stop Hatin On A N*gga That Is A Weak EmotionThe Lady Of A N*ggaAnd You Can Get Tip Like You Waitin On A N*ggaPut A Body Bag In The Apron On A N*ggaI Give My All Behind The MicBut You Could Never See If You Sit Behind The LightYou Don't Have To Pick MeTo Win The Title FightBut I'm Gonna Win A Championship Belt So TightAnd If I'm Wrong There Is No RightAnd If I'm Wrong There Is No WhiteI'm Triin To Be PoliteBut You *****es In My Hair Like The *****in Po-liceMy Flow Is RareThere's Other Rappers NiceThese Other Rappers BarkSome Other Even BiteBut I'm Much More BrightI Give The Game SightSo Before You Dim The LightYou Just Might Might WannaThink It Over, Think It Over, Ooo Think It Over BabyStop!Stop AnalyzingCriticizingYou Should RealizeWhat I Am Is 'n Start EpitomizingConfidentGot The Heart Of The Biggest LionConfident Like ***** Em AllPull Out My Dick And Ride ItMy Flow Sick So Sick Its Like My Shit Is Dyin'It Rains A Lot In My CityCuz My City's Cry's''cuz My Cities Dyin''But I Emerge From All Of ThatI Am A Livin' PioneerZionFear God Not ThemSteer My Robbin'' Coupe Through The Streets To The BoothThen I Leave A Tub In The BoothI Leave A Blood BathSorry There's A Tub In The BoothNow Where The Drugs AtLike The Strings On The ShoeNo Nigga ***** ThatI'm Twisted Like The Strings On A BootWhere New Orleans At?I Build Hip Hop Store Me Like A Bus PassSo In Your PossessionI Must AskHey Haven't I Been Good To You Tell Me Haven't I Been Sweet To YouDrag My Name Through The MudI Come Out CleanCast Away StonesI Wont Even BlinkA Gun Is Not A Math ProblemI Wont Even ThinkJust Leave Your Dead Like The Mink Under My SinkDon't Believe In MeDon't Believe MeI Graduated From HungryAnd Made It To GreedyMy Flow Is Like PastaTake It And Eat ItBut I'm Gonna Need Cheese If I'm Makin' A ZitiYou Niggas Want BeefI Want A Steak And A WeevyLost In Amsterdam But Jamaica Where We BeHard Body Nigga Takin' It EasyAll About My Paper Bout My Paper Like EasyWhy Do Rappers Why Do Rappers Lot A Fans Lot A Rappers Lot A Rappers Lie Like ThatCut The Mutha *****in CameraCut The Check***** Your PropsI Am Hip Hop& I Aint Dead I'm Alive.
