Hitmaka, Brisco, Lil Wayne - Bitch Please lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hitmaka, Brisco, Lil Wayne - Bitch Please lyrics]
Bitch please
You ain't never met a nigga like
Me stop lyin bitch please, bitch please
And ya nigga ain't nothin like
Me stop lyin nigga please, nigga please
My goons got guns
On deck put yo picture on t, say cheese
And you can die or live off of Iv's
Now let me get that hand clap, yah
Let me get that hand clap i'm
Rich and black i'm young
And strapped you goin get yo man clapped
You goin get yo clan clapped you
Goin get saran wrapped
Like where the van at?
We comin, where you uh, where you layin
At? We dug ya body out
Where ya fam at? Like fuck
That like damn that sit
Ya pussy ass down if you can't stand that
I make yo shirt look like
Yo favorite color crayon
Out go and let these bitch niggas ahead
Like I stand back ain't
Shit goody bitch nigga
Stand back i ain't from St louis
But you can get ram shacked
Look into my eyes ho
Look into my eyes ho and yeah
I do numbers, except five-0 and
I'll be with my zoe
We call him Brisco and Youngin got
The beat poppin like Crisco
And Weezy got this shit crackin
Like Nabisco brim low
All I can see is my flow what's up Chicago?
What's up New Orleans? And
If ya strapped squeeze
And tell the fuck nigga please
Nigga please my goons got guns on
Deck nigga D i e
Or live off Iv's it's what I am with tha YB's
(Yung Berg:) get em
Fresher than a baby's bottom crazy
Like an insane asylum
Me and wayne sippin' lean out a baby's bottle
(syrup) fake niggas relay around em
They just tryna se my
Face up in the paper column mad cause I'm
Gettin Colin Farel paper chalie and
My girl won't wear
It if it ain't kavali cute face, slim waist
Call the baby
Halle fuckin hoes doin shows
My two favorite hobbied
Yeah and I'm fresh up off the
Scream tour bright lights big city you should
Come and see the show 13 girls, 13th floor
13 pills anything goes i walk around
With my crown on millionare
And I ain't never throw a cap and
Gown on young boss, young money
Got the young title I hit her with the
Young dick and make that bitch suicidal
(Lil Wayne:) nigga please, would you tell
Yo sister, babymama, wife
Stop callin me I'm busy getting money
(Brisco:) holla when you need me I be on dat
Goon shit know to ride or die for
Every nigga I fool with this OG nigga show
Me loved but never let me in
His house or intoduced me to his blood i
Asked him why you don't have a
Care in the world he said you gotta
Learn alot and welcome to the underworld
(underworld) yeah exstortion
Murder and every since then I've been
A fuckin ninja turtle cowabunga
Young Brisc from HOOD ducked off in the old
School marquis nigga please your
Woo game won't
Work think you a soulja I'm a put
Him on a camoflauge shirt berg, Weezy
Look what I did to em' choppa style gon'
And put a cig to em'and you know
How I know O silly cause I did all
That shit with my babymama with me
Stop playin bitch nigga you don't know
What I got tucked in my
Pants it go blam, it go
Bam I'm sayin, I'm sayin
You playin put a dick up in your
Mouth boy watch what the fuck u
Sayin do you know who the fuck
I am bitch I'm the man
Now let me get that hand clap, that hand clap
Know what I'm sayin it's Yung Berg, Weezy
Briscoe too damn hot hOT Damnn
You ain't never met a nigga like
Me stop lyin bitch please, bitch please
And ya nigga ain't nothin like
Me stop lyin nigga please, nigga please
My goons got guns
On deck put yo picture on t, say cheese
And you can die or live off of Iv's
Now let me get that hand clap, yah
Let me get that hand clap i'm
Rich and black i'm young
And strapped you goin get yo man clapped
You goin get yo clan clapped you
Goin get saran wrapped
Like where the van at?
We comin, where you uh, where you layin
At? We dug ya body out
Where ya fam at? Like fuck
That like damn that sit
Ya pussy ass down if you can't stand that
I make yo shirt look like
Yo favorite color crayon
Out go and let these bitch niggas ahead
Like I stand back ain't
Shit goody bitch nigga
Stand back i ain't from St louis
But you can get ram shacked
Look into my eyes ho
Look into my eyes ho and yeah
I do numbers, except five-0 and
I'll be with my zoe
We call him Brisco and Youngin got
The beat poppin like Crisco
And Weezy got this shit crackin
Like Nabisco brim low
All I can see is my flow what's up Chicago?
What's up New Orleans? And
If ya strapped squeeze
And tell the fuck nigga please
Nigga please my goons got guns on
Deck nigga D i e
Or live off Iv's it's what I am with tha YB's
(Yung Berg:) get em
Fresher than a baby's bottom crazy
Like an insane asylum
Me and wayne sippin' lean out a baby's bottle
(syrup) fake niggas relay around em
They just tryna se my
Face up in the paper column mad cause I'm
Gettin Colin Farel paper chalie and
My girl won't wear
It if it ain't kavali cute face, slim waist
Call the baby
Halle fuckin hoes doin shows
My two favorite hobbied
Yeah and I'm fresh up off the
Scream tour bright lights big city you should
Come and see the show 13 girls, 13th floor
13 pills anything goes i walk around
With my crown on millionare
And I ain't never throw a cap and
Gown on young boss, young money
Got the young title I hit her with the
Young dick and make that bitch suicidal
(Lil Wayne:) nigga please, would you tell
Yo sister, babymama, wife
Stop callin me I'm busy getting money
(Brisco:) holla when you need me I be on dat
Goon shit know to ride or die for
Every nigga I fool with this OG nigga show
Me loved but never let me in
His house or intoduced me to his blood i
Asked him why you don't have a
Care in the world he said you gotta
Learn alot and welcome to the underworld
(underworld) yeah exstortion
Murder and every since then I've been
A fuckin ninja turtle cowabunga
Young Brisc from HOOD ducked off in the old
School marquis nigga please your
Woo game won't
Work think you a soulja I'm a put
Him on a camoflauge shirt berg, Weezy
Look what I did to em' choppa style gon'
And put a cig to em'and you know
How I know O silly cause I did all
That shit with my babymama with me
Stop playin bitch nigga you don't know
What I got tucked in my
Pants it go blam, it go
Bam I'm sayin, I'm sayin
You playin put a dick up in your
Mouth boy watch what the fuck u
Sayin do you know who the fuck
I am bitch I'm the man
Now let me get that hand clap, that hand clap
Know what I'm sayin it's Yung Berg, Weezy
Briscoe too damn hot hOT Damnn