Lil Wayne, Rick Ross - John lyrics

"Just saw an alien saucer
Approaching from the sky
Radio contact has been attempted but
Cannot be established Instructions are
To prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy"

44 bulldog, my motherfuckin' pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker
"Fetch" i'm fuckin' her good
She got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth, and ass
Call that bitch triple-threat
When I was in jail
She let me call her collect
But if she get greedy
I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset
Been fucking the world, and nigga
I ain't cum yet you fuck with me wrong
I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet


The guns are drawn and I
Ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still
Praying for the best this game is a bitch
I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh

I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, load up the choppers
Like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit
Them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen
Huh

Big black nigga in a icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop
Count the profit's
You could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em
Off, they might be hot, swish
I'm swimming in a yellow bitch (Boss)
In the red 911 looking devilish (Haha)
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'til he
Got hit the fifth time
Drop palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
(yeah) baby, I'm the only one that
Paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, oad up the choppers
Like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit
Them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen
Huh

Talk stupid, get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Redd Foxx
Big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You fucking with a nigga who
Won't give a fuck
Empty the clip then roll the window up
Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules
Kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh

I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive (yeah)
Rip your ass apart
Then I pull myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet
The more that bitch go "Bang"
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (yeah)
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion
Papi gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape
(yeah)
Ain't it funny, mama only son be bakin' cakes
Pull up in the sleigh
Hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round
Got gifts for each and all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble
That's the double up (yeah)
If you get in trouble
That just mean you fuckin' up (NIgga)
It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up
(yeah)
I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car yeah