Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Curren$y, Boo - If U Lookin for Me lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana.U.S.
[Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Curren$y, Boo - If U Lookin for Me lyrics]
If you're out there in the street
And your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog
Tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going
To jail for murder today
Put the shot, then head straight to the block
Call me and Wayne Smooth with the rock
Rich and move work, you get it out quick
Yeah I know I rap, but I'm livin off bricks
On that Lean that I'm sellin, I'm pourin
Three's only one, motherfucker
You know who it is
Blow one, motherfucker, get how we live
But we still throgh it up, that's how we is
Make it rain, make it flood in the drout
I got two halfs and them quarters
That's what I'm bout
That's why I chuck 4 blocks
Come with 4 pocks bad bitches cookin for me
The feends is lookin for me
I can't lie, homie, I like myself
Pour up a 4 a lil, before I'm myself
You know you might see me on the flight
Or in the Caraira yeah, we got that white
But we still the stars of the eara
If you're out there in the street
And your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog
Tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going
To jail for murder today
Smokin something, man
Feelings beating me down
Bad asses, sellin Crack and stacks
Shit whent from tarific to tragic
Niggas talkin shit
I'll put a hit out on them bastards
Slow them boys down, like Los Angeles trafic
My diamonds is dancin, like television static
Don't throgh the coach on the
First day of practice
Donuts in the 24, bitch, I'm matchin
I'm a green feend, no controlin me
Talkin bout that Cabbage, I be stackin
You niggas is pussy
You be foldin and crackin
My niggas is wishin
I tell m to have it and let shit happen
Cuttin down the neck from the
Bottom of the baskit
These 16s make you rearange your brackets
Hit the final four with my final horse
Fall asleep in the sky, box orbs spitta!
If you're out there in the street
And your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog
Tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going
To jail for murder today
Hate it or love it, we thuggin in public
You rappers ain't eatin
Your food cost out of your budget
Your rappers half edea
You spittin your court cases
I spit that boss music, try the fource music
This how a boss move it
36 Os, we don't play halfs
We don't even fuck hoes
And I ain't talkin Coopes
I said pay attention
Let them haters gosep, murders my entention
If you're out there in the street
And your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog
Tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going
To jail for murder today
And your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog
Tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going
To jail for murder today
Put the shot, then head straight to the block
Call me and Wayne Smooth with the rock
Rich and move work, you get it out quick
Yeah I know I rap, but I'm livin off bricks
On that Lean that I'm sellin, I'm pourin
Three's only one, motherfucker
You know who it is
Blow one, motherfucker, get how we live
But we still throgh it up, that's how we is
Make it rain, make it flood in the drout
I got two halfs and them quarters
That's what I'm bout
That's why I chuck 4 blocks
Come with 4 pocks bad bitches cookin for me
The feends is lookin for me
I can't lie, homie, I like myself
Pour up a 4 a lil, before I'm myself
You know you might see me on the flight
Or in the Caraira yeah, we got that white
But we still the stars of the eara
If you're out there in the street
And your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog
Tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going
To jail for murder today
Smokin something, man
Feelings beating me down
Bad asses, sellin Crack and stacks
Shit whent from tarific to tragic
Niggas talkin shit
I'll put a hit out on them bastards
Slow them boys down, like Los Angeles trafic
My diamonds is dancin, like television static
Don't throgh the coach on the
First day of practice
Donuts in the 24, bitch, I'm matchin
I'm a green feend, no controlin me
Talkin bout that Cabbage, I be stackin
You niggas is pussy
You be foldin and crackin
My niggas is wishin
I tell m to have it and let shit happen
Cuttin down the neck from the
Bottom of the baskit
These 16s make you rearange your brackets
Hit the final four with my final horse
Fall asleep in the sky, box orbs spitta!
If you're out there in the street
And your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog
Tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going
To jail for murder today
Hate it or love it, we thuggin in public
You rappers ain't eatin
Your food cost out of your budget
Your rappers half edea
You spittin your court cases
I spit that boss music, try the fource music
This how a boss move it
36 Os, we don't play halfs
We don't even fuck hoes
And I ain't talkin Coopes
I said pay attention
Let them haters gosep, murders my entention
If you're out there in the street
And your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog
Tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going
To jail for murder today
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