Lil Wayne - Still Got That Rock Lyrics
Nigga I be hard on a ho cause a ***** ain't shitAnd every ho I done *****ed done sucked my dickI had to pour out some drink for niggas I missI hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hissIt's Dedication 5, medication highI got to clean up after these niggas cause they be wasting timeAnd boy my hoes don't get in line because they stay in lineI'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan linesIt's TunechiI go hard, I put in workTwin clocks, the gift and the curseDirty money, no footprints in dirtWe geeked up, the revenge of the nerdsI swear, play with these niggas that's that shit I don't doAs long as money talks, I got someone to talk toWatch my dogs treat the beef like dog foodI got the power but a short fuse, let's goI can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the fedsYou know snitches get stitches nigga needle and threadYou better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legsPretty please don't kill my vibe, I ain't 2Pac or B.I.G.Alright *****ing right, shoot you up at the lightStraight take all yo possessions, call that shit poltergeistAnd my homie he a sniper, we call him Wesley SnipesI call my ***** Plain Jane cause she catch nut like a flightI'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the scriptYour ***** leaking information, I just follow the dripSoon as I get that coupe, I'mma go get the rimsToss the keys to my homie, tell that nigga it's hisI feel like he-man when I'm in your hoYou tell that ***** give me my space like a telescopeIn her throat like the cola, my system solarI'm too young to die sober, your man a cobraWatch that nigga, let's goBoy my *****es got *****es badder than your *****esBut I can't trust none of them *****es though, like magiciansStraight blowing money fast, I'mma get a ticketSoon as I get off paper I'mma smack a niggaNo broken mirrors, I can't see myself brokeRight back pocket flag redder than a velvet ropeNever say never, she might do her friend, you never knowShorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokesI swear to god, I put in workI'm on them shrooms, my goons on alertI spit these bars, this a universeYou better duck, like Dooney and BurkeI'm telling you, shot out Turk, it's Hot Boys, ***** the block is hotIf I ain't have the keys to success, I would have picked the lockDiarrhea shit don't stop until my *****ing casket dropStill got that crack, maybe one day I'mma pass the rockTunechiDedication 5, what up five
