Lil Wayne - Magnolia (Freestyle) lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Magnolia Freestyle lyrics]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Uh, in New York like Biggie rock
Plants on the sock
She runnin' from the cock and
When I shoot I blatt
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number blocked
This New Orleans milli' rock
Let A Milli rock
Me and woe don't really rock, evidently not
Brr yeah, tell 'em it's the rock
In New York, let Jigga rock
I'm higher than my socks
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to The LOX
I did a show with Ja
(Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops
Them bitches found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped
Man, when Carter V drop
A nigga jaw gon' drop
The bitches' drawers gon' drop and
Then the calls gon' drop
Hello? I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these bitches got ass
How did they get it so fast?
They ain't have that in the past
I still smash in LA, they gettin' shots
Bitch I know the docs mIA, we on a yacht
Your bitch know where we dock
Hold up, I ain't from the 'Nolia
But Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja
'Cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
And I fuck these hoes if I don't doze
Off on that drank, if I
Do, bitch, you to blame, coochie lame
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank take lil' bank, you know the game
All these bitches want Young Carter
Young Carter
The fireman and firestarter, need water
Woo, all of your bitches, they
Poo, all of my bitches, they're new
They got more bitches than you
All of these hoes in cahoots
But my bitch keep me in the loop
She blow me like hot Campbell's soup
My woadies come out like
A troop, innocent bystander, oops
Enjoyin' my financial fruit's
I'm in a pineapple coupe
Passin' you up like juke
Turnin' heads like a screw
Give that ho a tip, enough to buy a whip
Give that ho some sip, she fall asleep, I dip
I'm rich, bitch, Money Mitch, what's in that
Bag? Fourteen bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag? Used to
Used to drive a Masi'
Used to be locked up with
The dude that stalked Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with
Goons that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes
They call me John Thotty
To your bitch I'm Mr biggs, my nigga
Ron Isley
I'm kamikazein' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
It's New Orleans, Milly Rock
Trukfit to the socks
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped
Uh waitin' for Carter V to drop, uh
It's the, it's the rock, uh
Tell them bitches it's the rock, yeah, yeah
I'm throwin' up the rock, yeah
I ain't from Magnolia
But Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja
'Cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
Uh, in New York like Biggie rock
Plants on the sock
She runnin' from the cock and
When I shoot I blatt
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number blocked
This New Orleans milli' rock
Let A Milli rock
Me and woe don't really rock, evidently not
Brr yeah, tell 'em it's the rock
In New York, let Jigga rock
I'm higher than my socks
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to The LOX
I did a show with Ja
(Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops
Them bitches found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped
Man, when Carter V drop
A nigga jaw gon' drop
The bitches' drawers gon' drop and
Then the calls gon' drop
Hello? I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these bitches got ass
How did they get it so fast?
They ain't have that in the past
I still smash in LA, they gettin' shots
Bitch I know the docs mIA, we on a yacht
Your bitch know where we dock
Hold up, I ain't from the 'Nolia
But Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja
'Cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
And I fuck these hoes if I don't doze
Off on that drank, if I
Do, bitch, you to blame, coochie lame
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank take lil' bank, you know the game
All these bitches want Young Carter
Young Carter
The fireman and firestarter, need water
Woo, all of your bitches, they
Poo, all of my bitches, they're new
They got more bitches than you
All of these hoes in cahoots
But my bitch keep me in the loop
She blow me like hot Campbell's soup
My woadies come out like
A troop, innocent bystander, oops
Enjoyin' my financial fruit's
I'm in a pineapple coupe
Passin' you up like juke
Turnin' heads like a screw
Give that ho a tip, enough to buy a whip
Give that ho some sip, she fall asleep, I dip
I'm rich, bitch, Money Mitch, what's in that
Bag? Fourteen bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag? Used to
Used to drive a Masi'
Used to be locked up with
The dude that stalked Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with
Goons that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes
They call me John Thotty
To your bitch I'm Mr biggs, my nigga
Ron Isley
I'm kamikazein' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
It's New Orleans, Milly Rock
Trukfit to the socks
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped
Uh waitin' for Carter V to drop, uh
It's the, it's the rock, uh
Tell them bitches it's the rock, yeah, yeah
I'm throwin' up the rock, yeah
I ain't from Magnolia
But Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja
'Cause he was real Magnolia, yeah