Lil Wayne - I Am Not a Human Being lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - I Am Not a Human Being lyrics]
III, am-am not a human being!
Uhh, pussy for lunch
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch
Haha yeah, kush in the blunts
I ride through your block
See a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playing
They better re-plan
I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland
Together we stand, and fall on y'all
Balling with my Bloods, call it B ball
These dames ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers
Come through, coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm riding with the toast
Cheers yeah, now I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch a squares
Like a mothafuckin' grid
Shit, fuck with me and get hid
I finger-fuck the Nina
Make that bitch have kids
Just do it? My nigga, I just did
Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch
Dig you dig? This here, this big biz
And I scream, "Fuck it!" Whoever it is
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
Oww! II am not basic
III, am-am not a human being!
Uhh, rockstar baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy
That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese
Heater close range, cause people are strange
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne
I'm in the far lane
I'm running this shit, hundred yard gain
Uhh, swag on infinity i'm killing 'em
See the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in your head and leave
Your dash full of memories
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
III would try you, I wouldn't lie dude
I must be sticky cause them
Bitches got their eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food
Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes
I stand tall like I'm motherfucking 9'2"
I scream "Motherfuck you and
Whoever designed you!"
And if you think you hot then
Obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply
And then we come divide you
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not basic iI am not basic
I thank God that I am not basic
III, am-am not a human being!
Re-re-re-re-reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets
You can be my cover girl
Bless got the weed rolling thicker
Than a Southern girl
Strong-arm rap like a nigga
Did a hundred curls
Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip-hop
It must be knee-hop
I'm higher than a tree top
She lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from
Your girlfriend's sweet shop
Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth
Not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on et cetera, three dots
Still get a stomach ache every
Time I see cops
You better run motherfucker, cause we not
You better run 'til your feet stop
You ain't even a fucking
Alphabet in my teapot
Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top
And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
IIII, I, I am not
III, am-am not a human being
Uhh, pussy for lunch
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch
Haha yeah, kush in the blunts
I ride through your block
See a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playing
They better re-plan
I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland
Together we stand, and fall on y'all
Balling with my Bloods, call it B ball
These dames ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers
Come through, coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm riding with the toast
Cheers yeah, now I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch a squares
Like a mothafuckin' grid
Shit, fuck with me and get hid
I finger-fuck the Nina
Make that bitch have kids
Just do it? My nigga, I just did
Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch
Dig you dig? This here, this big biz
And I scream, "Fuck it!" Whoever it is
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
Oww! II am not basic
III, am-am not a human being!
Uhh, rockstar baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy
That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese
Heater close range, cause people are strange
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne
I'm in the far lane
I'm running this shit, hundred yard gain
Uhh, swag on infinity i'm killing 'em
See the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in your head and leave
Your dash full of memories
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
III would try you, I wouldn't lie dude
I must be sticky cause them
Bitches got their eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food
Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes
I stand tall like I'm motherfucking 9'2"
I scream "Motherfuck you and
Whoever designed you!"
And if you think you hot then
Obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply
And then we come divide you
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not basic iI am not basic
I thank God that I am not basic
III, am-am not a human being!
Re-re-re-re-reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets
You can be my cover girl
Bless got the weed rolling thicker
Than a Southern girl
Strong-arm rap like a nigga
Did a hundred curls
Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip-hop
It must be knee-hop
I'm higher than a tree top
She lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from
Your girlfriend's sweet shop
Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth
Not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on et cetera, three dots
Still get a stomach ache every
Time I see cops
You better run motherfucker, cause we not
You better run 'til your feet stop
You ain't even a fucking
Alphabet in my teapot
Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top
And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
IIII, I, I am not
III, am-am not a human being