Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana - Favorite Things lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana - Favorite Things lyrics]
Hoops, cars, big trucks
We ride rims that keep spinning (uh huh)
We stay so fly bandanas and cush linen
(uh huh) chain swing, pinky ring
Diamond things we ain't playing (come on)
These are a few of are favorite things, yeah!
Now I get flyer then most do (yeah)
Higher den most do (yeah)
G4's or better how I fly through the coastal
(yeah) i'm live with the toast dude
I'm liable to approach you
Like hi, then bye and I will just roast you
My dudes all the same here
We shoot off and bang here
Red dot your nose like you
Was Rudolph the Reindeer
I'm fast when I race cars
I smash and I scrape cars love candy paint
But still keep my factory paint job
(yup yup yup) i'm a mack and I play hard
Choose a bitch scoop a bitch
Then back to the playyard (yeah)
Like hey ya hey ma open ya mouth
Wide put your head down there
Respect me I'm a pimp 'round here
Our doors go up on our whips round here
Cause these are a few of are favorite things
(yeah) we drive
Weezy fucking baby nigga
Pardon me I'm stunting, Tha Carter
Yeah I'm young and
Audemars runnin off body temperatures
Look at you looking all shook up
I'm a fly nigga rock my chain when I cook up
Evisu getting took up
Cavallis in the cleaners
Pirellis on the Beamer
I swear that bitch hotter than
The bullets in the Nina
You talking to a fever
Nigga get your heat up
And I'm a dirty south boy
Nigga get your teet up
I hit like Roy not Jones but Williams
Finding me a Kelly make some destiny children
The recipe is Cristal and sizzurp
Call that Crizzurp, get that from Killer
Cam that's my man, and Juelz that's my nigga
Dip-dipset Young Money where the dessert?
Nah where the desert?
It's right up in that May', bitch
Under that Corinthian leather
Holla back, nigga
We riding big, yo
(yeah) , we driving big, yo (yeah)
Stash box in the car we hiding big blow
Ask Joc (yeah yeah) even the kids know
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
That I'm the shit, yo (yeah)
I ride more chrome, I rock more stones
I got 4 scones
And I ain't talking cookies nigga
I'm talking cash that last ('til when?)
'Til the day that you pass
I'm talking true facts
I'm talking true stacks coupes black
Coupes that come with the roof back
Chasing big dough
(yeah) making big dough (yeah)
That what we live for, get a grip ho
That how we stroll down here
That's how we roll down here
Spectacular chrome down here
That's how it go down here
Cause these are a few of our favorite things
We ride rims that keep spinning (uh huh)
We stay so fly bandanas and cush linen
(uh huh) chain swing, pinky ring
Diamond things we ain't playing (come on)
These are a few of are favorite things, yeah!
Now I get flyer then most do (yeah)
Higher den most do (yeah)
G4's or better how I fly through the coastal
(yeah) i'm live with the toast dude
I'm liable to approach you
Like hi, then bye and I will just roast you
My dudes all the same here
We shoot off and bang here
Red dot your nose like you
Was Rudolph the Reindeer
I'm fast when I race cars
I smash and I scrape cars love candy paint
But still keep my factory paint job
(yup yup yup) i'm a mack and I play hard
Choose a bitch scoop a bitch
Then back to the playyard (yeah)
Like hey ya hey ma open ya mouth
Wide put your head down there
Respect me I'm a pimp 'round here
Our doors go up on our whips round here
Cause these are a few of are favorite things
(yeah) we drive
Weezy fucking baby nigga
Pardon me I'm stunting, Tha Carter
Yeah I'm young and
Audemars runnin off body temperatures
Look at you looking all shook up
I'm a fly nigga rock my chain when I cook up
Evisu getting took up
Cavallis in the cleaners
Pirellis on the Beamer
I swear that bitch hotter than
The bullets in the Nina
You talking to a fever
Nigga get your heat up
And I'm a dirty south boy
Nigga get your teet up
I hit like Roy not Jones but Williams
Finding me a Kelly make some destiny children
The recipe is Cristal and sizzurp
Call that Crizzurp, get that from Killer
Cam that's my man, and Juelz that's my nigga
Dip-dipset Young Money where the dessert?
Nah where the desert?
It's right up in that May', bitch
Under that Corinthian leather
Holla back, nigga
We riding big, yo
(yeah) , we driving big, yo (yeah)
Stash box in the car we hiding big blow
Ask Joc (yeah yeah) even the kids know
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
That I'm the shit, yo (yeah)
I ride more chrome, I rock more stones
I got 4 scones
And I ain't talking cookies nigga
I'm talking cash that last ('til when?)
'Til the day that you pass
I'm talking true facts
I'm talking true stacks coupes black
Coupes that come with the roof back
Chasing big dough
(yeah) making big dough (yeah)
That what we live for, get a grip ho
That how we stroll down here
That's how we roll down here
Spectacular chrome down here
That's how it go down here
Cause these are a few of our favorite things