Lil Wayne - Where You At lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Where You At lyrics]
All my niggas if you with me
Where you at? (oh)
All my soldiers if you with me
Where you at? (oh)
All my hustlers if you with me
Where you at? (oh) where you at? (oh)
Where you at? Say (oh) niggas if you with me
Let me hear you say (oh)
Soldiers if you with me
Let me hear you say (oh)
Hustlers if you with me
Let me hear you say (oh) say, say (oh)
Say, say (oh)
Aye (Oh)
I come and do my thang and hold down my side
Eagle Street man throw my set up high
Weezy we gang call them boys that squad
That squad, squad up! you know
And we get a lot of dough
On the strength of me
Get a lotta dro on the strength of Fee
Get a lot of blow but keep that on the D
D what?dl! you know
And oh you don't wanna fuck with a nigga
'Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger
Leave a nigga on the floor
Truly I don't buck with you nigga
Let my tooly talk, talk to you nigga
Bitch man is an itch to a rich man whoa
'20s on the six with the kicks sitting low
Sticky in my swish man gasoline floor
Fire spit man Weezy is about to blow
Ya know!
Aye (oh)
Pass the pine to the pimp old juice killer
Catch your eye in one glimpse
Old school with the
Ass up high the front dip drip bam
Mami like damn, Lil Wayne stop playing
Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father
It's the Birdman and Birdman Jr
I flip them birds man
Eighteen grand just order
Eighty-five for half and
Forty-five for quarter
Yeah! Tity baby put it in the air
I'm jumping out this atmosphere
And I'm jumping in your bitch
If she had a player
Jumping in the painted thing
On them dang-a dangs
You see the arm when I pass nigga bang-a lang
You now I'm armed we can mash
Man it ain't a thing
You know I'm calm but I'm
A gorilla ain't a game
I got a banana clip for all you orangutans
Let's bang!
Aye (oh)
It's young Weezy can't none see me dawg
I get you done easy with one easy phone call
And the sawed-off make your arms fall off
Like a short sleeved polo
Won't bother me no more
Ice like strobe light
Look like I'm moving slow mo'
Ferrari look nice on low pro Yokohomas
With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em
Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja
Red-bone in the shower
Hello! Pocahontas give a long
Stroke poke for hours
Floating vagina hoe, I'mma holla
Sold coke in the '90s, I'm honest man
Nothing big maybe ounces, grams
But I know how to double
And sometimes it's scams
But I know to hustle, and some Glocks'll jam
But I know how to bust 'em
And some drops'll slam
All alloy buttons that's all stunting
That boy's something yeah!
Where you at? (oh)
All my soldiers if you with me
Where you at? (oh)
All my hustlers if you with me
Where you at? (oh) where you at? (oh)
Where you at? Say (oh) niggas if you with me
Let me hear you say (oh)
Soldiers if you with me
Let me hear you say (oh)
Hustlers if you with me
Let me hear you say (oh) say, say (oh)
Say, say (oh)
Aye (Oh)
I come and do my thang and hold down my side
Eagle Street man throw my set up high
Weezy we gang call them boys that squad
That squad, squad up! you know
And we get a lot of dough
On the strength of me
Get a lotta dro on the strength of Fee
Get a lot of blow but keep that on the D
D what?dl! you know
And oh you don't wanna fuck with a nigga
'Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger
Leave a nigga on the floor
Truly I don't buck with you nigga
Let my tooly talk, talk to you nigga
Bitch man is an itch to a rich man whoa
'20s on the six with the kicks sitting low
Sticky in my swish man gasoline floor
Fire spit man Weezy is about to blow
Ya know!
Aye (oh)
Pass the pine to the pimp old juice killer
Catch your eye in one glimpse
Old school with the
Ass up high the front dip drip bam
Mami like damn, Lil Wayne stop playing
Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father
It's the Birdman and Birdman Jr
I flip them birds man
Eighteen grand just order
Eighty-five for half and
Forty-five for quarter
Yeah! Tity baby put it in the air
I'm jumping out this atmosphere
And I'm jumping in your bitch
If she had a player
Jumping in the painted thing
On them dang-a dangs
You see the arm when I pass nigga bang-a lang
You now I'm armed we can mash
Man it ain't a thing
You know I'm calm but I'm
A gorilla ain't a game
I got a banana clip for all you orangutans
Let's bang!
Aye (oh)
It's young Weezy can't none see me dawg
I get you done easy with one easy phone call
And the sawed-off make your arms fall off
Like a short sleeved polo
Won't bother me no more
Ice like strobe light
Look like I'm moving slow mo'
Ferrari look nice on low pro Yokohomas
With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em
Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja
Red-bone in the shower
Hello! Pocahontas give a long
Stroke poke for hours
Floating vagina hoe, I'mma holla
Sold coke in the '90s, I'm honest man
Nothing big maybe ounces, grams
But I know how to double
And sometimes it's scams
But I know to hustle, and some Glocks'll jam
But I know how to bust 'em
And some drops'll slam
All alloy buttons that's all stunting
That boy's something yeah!