Fly In Songtext

[Lil Wayne talking] 

So they ask me young boy what you gonna do the second time around 

How you gon’ come back I tried to told them 

I come back like 32 I jump back like 33 (ugh) 

Hit me it’s nothing this is Tha Carter II people 

This is Tha Carter II people (hey)

[Verse 1] 

They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter 

Of the dead’s forehead I killed the father 

Spilled the heart of a mildew hater 

I will put them body on chill like glaciers 

Gracias I’m crazy yes it’s obvious 

Going against me is atheist 

I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust 

I ain’t sniffing I’m just pitching ya honor I ain’t snitching ya honor 

Hate bitch niggaz bitches with power 

Vacate when the kitchen get hotter 

I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard 

Put that jar in the skillet drop a 4 in the bubbles 

I remember being young trying to hustle my dough 

Trying to tell the old junkies that my crack ain’t soap 

Trying to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain’t broke 

You ain’t trying to see how far that black backlane go 

No call me Pacman you ghosts is blue 

I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue 

Jewelry usually I’ma hooligan for the money 

Yeah I’m eating but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh 

Make harm in the bomb you in public 

Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothing 

Look it’s morning no yawning or nothing 

I ain’t sleep and I’m up trying to take a nigga lunch 

You gon’ make a nigga break a nigga fronts 

Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want 

I’m so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here 

If you ever looking for me bitch I will be here 

Cash Money is an army navy seal me here 

Lot of niggaz ran from it but I’ll still be here 

No chrome on the continental I’m so fundamental 

Crack the phill’ crack the roof and roll up the window 

And my hood love me they tell me bring it home 

Thats why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song 

You leaping at a dog a dog wit no bark 

Just a bite like an old shark 

And all you rich niggas know Pa 

I’m talking ’bout stunna 

He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters 

Sunshines on the king and sets on the prince 

I met the birdman and I been shining ever since like that

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