Lil Wayne - Oh Let's Do It lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Oh Let's Do It lyrics]
Ooh, L-Don
Fuck that interface, dawg, go to work, yeah
Picante in this bitch with me
Fuq', hit the weed
You got all that shit? yeah, ugh, ugh
I got Young Money up, and now
I got my feet up tune in this bitch
Tell my niggas throw them Bs up
Doing what the fuck I want
Hate me all the fuck you want
Real niggas fuck with me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Lock the CEO up and I'm the CEO, fuck
Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush
Drink 'til I throw up nigga, roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once
Hit 'em with the shotgun
Call that shit the "stop button"
Call me Dr carter, AKA "Young Wild Nigga"
AKA "No trial, nigga, " AK, click-clack, pow
Nigga fucking with the kid and you'll
Be missing like Bilal, nigga
Yeah! Haha! Swagger stupid, pack a Uzi
Hundred clips
Nigga? That's a movie Aim at your toupée
You sweet as Kool-Aid, cream brulée
I'm sharp as Blu-Ray, I fuck her today
Then she gotta skate Young Lupe
I hit the beat hard Bobby Boucher
I keep them tools on me, get the screwface
Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
LV's, nigga, on every suitcase
YM, nigga, it's a new day
We the champions, nigga, hoo ray
Yeah! Hammer in the Louis duff'
Take a nigga bitch
She gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullet come too fast to adjust
I don't give a fuck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk
And then the coupe sped up
Take the chopper out the trunk
And just shoot that up
I'm Weezy F, and the "F" is for "Flame"
Eat these rappers, chef of the game
Shit on the track, shit on the train
Murder the beat the beat was slain
Rest In Peace that's a shame
He kill anybody song versatile as fuck
I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome
No homo, you rocking wrong Rest In Peace
My styrofoam
Now they wanna know what I be on
Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone
B Big money, my pockets long New Orleans
I got my home
And they got my back pause no homo
No maricón smoking on that private-grown
It put me where I belong
All about my cheese cheddar, mozzarella
Provolone fuck her for an hour-long, let
Her take a shower, gone
Sorry baby
But I'm in my I don't-wan'-be-bothered zone
Yeah! Haha, you're a groupie
Get on your duty
Two women give me head, call that "Two-face"
Bitch, I'm too great, take your food tray
I was born on doomsday
Ugh! Ai Ain't no nigga like me
"What's up?" to my gang, big Bs
Like a Breitling
Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick
Like she cycling then, she can't walk, run
Or jump like white men
Ugh! F Fuck you niggas wanna do?
No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F, the "F" is for "Fuck
What you’re going through"
Make your people mourn you
Haha! OK, let's do it
Fuck that interface, dawg, go to work, yeah
Picante in this bitch with me
Fuq', hit the weed
You got all that shit? yeah, ugh, ugh
I got Young Money up, and now
I got my feet up tune in this bitch
Tell my niggas throw them Bs up
Doing what the fuck I want
Hate me all the fuck you want
Real niggas fuck with me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Lock the CEO up and I'm the CEO, fuck
Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush
Drink 'til I throw up nigga, roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once
Hit 'em with the shotgun
Call that shit the "stop button"
Call me Dr carter, AKA "Young Wild Nigga"
AKA "No trial, nigga, " AK, click-clack, pow
Nigga fucking with the kid and you'll
Be missing like Bilal, nigga
Yeah! Haha! Swagger stupid, pack a Uzi
Hundred clips
Nigga? That's a movie Aim at your toupée
You sweet as Kool-Aid, cream brulée
I'm sharp as Blu-Ray, I fuck her today
Then she gotta skate Young Lupe
I hit the beat hard Bobby Boucher
I keep them tools on me, get the screwface
Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
LV's, nigga, on every suitcase
YM, nigga, it's a new day
We the champions, nigga, hoo ray
Yeah! Hammer in the Louis duff'
Take a nigga bitch
She gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullet come too fast to adjust
I don't give a fuck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk
And then the coupe sped up
Take the chopper out the trunk
And just shoot that up
I'm Weezy F, and the "F" is for "Flame"
Eat these rappers, chef of the game
Shit on the track, shit on the train
Murder the beat the beat was slain
Rest In Peace that's a shame
He kill anybody song versatile as fuck
I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome
No homo, you rocking wrong Rest In Peace
My styrofoam
Now they wanna know what I be on
Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone
B Big money, my pockets long New Orleans
I got my home
And they got my back pause no homo
No maricón smoking on that private-grown
It put me where I belong
All about my cheese cheddar, mozzarella
Provolone fuck her for an hour-long, let
Her take a shower, gone
Sorry baby
But I'm in my I don't-wan'-be-bothered zone
Yeah! Haha, you're a groupie
Get on your duty
Two women give me head, call that "Two-face"
Bitch, I'm too great, take your food tray
I was born on doomsday
Ugh! Ai Ain't no nigga like me
"What's up?" to my gang, big Bs
Like a Breitling
Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick
Like she cycling then, she can't walk, run
Or jump like white men
Ugh! F Fuck you niggas wanna do?
No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F, the "F" is for "Fuck
What you’re going through"
Make your people mourn you
Haha! OK, let's do it