Lil Wayne - Original Silence Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]I’m so twisted…Lil Tunechi in this ***** – tell them hoes I’m readyThem niggas pissed off, call ‘em R. KellyI’m higher than a *****, I smoke that Keisha, Frank and EffyMan, all of these broads on my Johnson like BetsyGot a card in my pocket blacker than that nigga WesleyLife is a *****? Well, my ***** is sexyFirst I’m on a jet, and then I’m on a jet skiI make these female dogs heel like GiuseppesMan, you be poppin’ shit, and I be poppin’ offI’m full of alcohol like a cotton ballI just pick ‘em up and Mr. G just drop ‘em offI serve these hoes – Mr. VolleyballSpikes on my shoes, that’s them Lou-BsI’m on my Ps & Qs, smokin’ QPsNigga, I’m chillin’ – catch a cool breezeI’ll build a tree house if money grow on trees***** with me wrong, I’ll send your head to your mamaDeath bed, nigga, where the ***** is your pyjamas?Blood all day, period, no commasEverybody tryna watch, but I’m timeless[Hook]Dark ass shades, I can’t see them hatersNow eat these *****in bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiterI don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt***** I’m on that Patron, ***** with me wrong and get murkedGot a silencer on the gun – that ***** go “pew”That ***** go “pew”, that ***** go “pew”Got a silencer on the gun, that ***** go “pew”Got a mean ass swagga, my *****es do too[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]***** I’m from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia ShortyAnd I come from Hollygrove, that ***** is wild as a safariI go stupid, I go retarded, the grass is greener in my gardenSwagger meaner than the warden – Pow! Pow! Pow! I ain’t with arguingLeave a nigga leakin’, if you scared go see the deaconGot a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin’Got a buncha *****es tweakin’, to tell me all of their secretsAnd if I get in that *****, I’m on her walls like graffitiYou a dead pita bread, you’re a fed ass niggaI’m on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga*****in’ with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed niggaHit you dead on the money, call that dead cash niggaAnd it’s… party time, excellent, Wayne’s WorldParty time, excellent, Wayne’s WorldTonight I’ll probly ***** another nigga girlParty time, excellent, Wayne’s World[Hook][Verse 3: Mack Maine]Mack in this *****, tell them hoes I’m ’bout itThese niggas sweet, a bunch of *****in’ browniesThe ***** you talkin’ ’bout? I’m a G like a thousandI’m on my one two, and ***** I’m still countin’You niggas got problems, well I got bigger problemsMy guns all black, make me bring the nigga out ‘emYou don’t want that, homiePlus I got that pick-up on me, finger ***** Nina, she hornyYou won’t see tomorrow morning, niggaWe so *****in’ cold, young money, money oldLife is full of choices and your ***** chose, niggaI’m so HollyGrove, ***** them other niggasAnd if the gun’s strong I’ll paint a *****ing pictureYou know what I’m on, a bag of that strongYou know where I’m going, *****, I’m goin’, goin’, gone!Nigga, holla at your boy, I don’t give a *****Got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you niggas up[Hook]
