Lil Wayne, Betty Wright - Playing with Fire lyrics

StreetRunner

So you've got so many diamonds
You wear all the finest clothes
And your grill is shining
As you're driving down the streets of gold
But you can't blame me
If I set this stage on fire ha!

Momma always told me I was crazy
And my hoes say I'm amazing
But I don't listen to a lady
But the bitch say I'm hot
And I say "No bitch, i'm blazing"
Like, what the fuck you expect?
I'm a motherfucking Cajun
I feel caged in my mind
It's like my flow doing time
I goes crazy inside
But when it comes out it's fine
Like wine wait, watch
See? I get better with time like a watch
Osh B'Gosh, Posh Spice husband
Couldn't kick it like I kick it
Bitch! I Kix it
No cereal, like a landing, I sticks it
Wherever she asks me, after she licks it
"That's too explicit" well
Why you listening?
Sniff I smell smoke, and something's sizzling
That's her pussy
So, hey pussy play with pussy or play pussy

But you can't blame me
If I set this stage on fire ha ha haha!

They say
"You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
Well, where I'm from
You're nobody 'til you kill somebody
And you know what they say when you great
It's not "murder, " it's "assassinate"
So assassinate me, bitch
'Cause I'm doing the same shit
Martin Luther King did
Checking in the same hotel
In the same suite, bitch
Same balcony, like, "Assassinate me, bitch!"
It's Lil Tunechi i don't rap, I film movies
With my rap, you could call me
"Mr director's Chair, " yeah
And that's a wrap cut! On to the next
Not the next scene, bitch, the next check
Some say the X makes the sex 'spec-
So play with the pussy or play pussy

So you've got so many diamonds
Hey, pussy, lay pussy
You wear all the finest clothes
Do what I say, pussy, and I say, I say
And your grill is shining
Lay pussy, lay pussy, lay, pussy, haha
As you're driving down the streets of gold
Hey, pussy, haha! But you can't blame me
Hey pussy, don't play pussy
If I set this stage on fire! Get 'em!

Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle
Braveheart, bitch
Like the times are medieval
Married to the game, divorced the cathedral
Standing on the corner selling
Porcelain to people
Forced into evil, it's all in your head
It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel
You follow and I lead you
Straight to the needles
The bottles, the battles
The beetles'll eat you
Momma named Cita I love you, Cita
'Member when your pussy second husband
Tried to beat ya?
'Member when I went into the kitchen
Got the cleaver? He ain't give a fuck
I ain't give a fuck neither
He could see the devil
See the devil in my features
He could smell the ether, you can see Cita
You can see the Cita
See the Cita in my features
And she don't play neither

But you can't blame me
If I set this stage on fire!

C3, 3Peat