Lil Wayne, Jae Millz - Ain’t I lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Jae Millz - Ain’t I lyrics]
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga
(Barack O-Drama)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga
(Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga
Jae Millz (Gangsta! AMG)
Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!
We just shining on you niggas all crazy!
Hahaha! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz) Let's go!
I'm the real, I'm the authentic
The fact and the truth
It's Jae Millz, brown skin
But I black in the booth
And for the green or that white
You'll see red
Mushroom bullets hit your body
And they spread then your ass dead
No need for a hospital room or a bed
Just tell his mama
"Get him some nice threads"
So at least he'll be a
Bitch-ass nigga dying in style
He didn't want to look up to me
Now he gotta look down
Somebody better tell 'em: On these beats
I'm a beast
Half man, half-animal like King on "Tekken"
I'll wreck him, and yeah
Young Money is what I'm reppin'
Respect 'em or I'll put you
On that highway to Heaven
Matter of fact, pussy
You'll get your own lane
With no speed limit's, so you can
Get there in a minute, ha
It's Dedication 3, it's no replacing we
That's like asking a group of Muslims
"Where that bacon be?"
Straight Grand Patrón flow
It's no chasin' me
And that amnesia is what my medication be
That's that Amsterdam grade-A
I'm smoking in the Netherlands
So high that I'll probably
Fucking never land, bitch!
Motherfucking psychopaths
Young Money cavemen, motherfuck a Geico ad
(Ill) four-four, bulldog
Fuck around and bite your ass
Shitting on you bitches
Now let me flush the toilet and wipe my ass
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz)
Bitch, I'm balling, I like my
Cash no, I'm lying, i love my dough
Got them hoes fallin' like
A hundred million dominoes
But I don't eat pizza, I eat pussy
When he wouldn't
Holla at your guala, yeah, bitch, it's me
Kicking motherfuckers out the kitchen heat
I'll put you where the fishies sleep
And when they wake
You'll be the fishies' feast (Gangsta)
Haha! yeah, I'm a shark, you see my fin, ho?
Bullet leave a hole in your face
Not a dimple
Straight from the NO, it's no problemo
To put a nigga brains
On the motherfucking window
Ugh! Damn right, I'm nasty
How I come through in that wide-eyed Aston
The leather guts, and might I add in:
It's black-on-chrome like Darren McFadden
Yeah, and don't be comparing my swag
With these wack-ass niggas
That's oh-so-swagless
Yeah, and call me Mr swagmore
Got your girlfriend open like
Some fucking pores
Or open like some fucking doors
Nigga, it's, "Fuck you
And I'm fucking yours"
From the bedroom to the floors whores, haha!
(Barack O-Drama)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga
(Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga
Jae Millz (Gangsta! AMG)
Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!
We just shining on you niggas all crazy!
Hahaha! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz) Let's go!
I'm the real, I'm the authentic
The fact and the truth
It's Jae Millz, brown skin
But I black in the booth
And for the green or that white
You'll see red
Mushroom bullets hit your body
And they spread then your ass dead
No need for a hospital room or a bed
Just tell his mama
"Get him some nice threads"
So at least he'll be a
Bitch-ass nigga dying in style
He didn't want to look up to me
Now he gotta look down
Somebody better tell 'em: On these beats
I'm a beast
Half man, half-animal like King on "Tekken"
I'll wreck him, and yeah
Young Money is what I'm reppin'
Respect 'em or I'll put you
On that highway to Heaven
Matter of fact, pussy
You'll get your own lane
With no speed limit's, so you can
Get there in a minute, ha
It's Dedication 3, it's no replacing we
That's like asking a group of Muslims
"Where that bacon be?"
Straight Grand Patrón flow
It's no chasin' me
And that amnesia is what my medication be
That's that Amsterdam grade-A
I'm smoking in the Netherlands
So high that I'll probably
Fucking never land, bitch!
Motherfucking psychopaths
Young Money cavemen, motherfuck a Geico ad
(Ill) four-four, bulldog
Fuck around and bite your ass
Shitting on you bitches
Now let me flush the toilet and wipe my ass
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz)
Bitch, I'm balling, I like my
Cash no, I'm lying, i love my dough
Got them hoes fallin' like
A hundred million dominoes
But I don't eat pizza, I eat pussy
When he wouldn't
Holla at your guala, yeah, bitch, it's me
Kicking motherfuckers out the kitchen heat
I'll put you where the fishies sleep
And when they wake
You'll be the fishies' feast (Gangsta)
Haha! yeah, I'm a shark, you see my fin, ho?
Bullet leave a hole in your face
Not a dimple
Straight from the NO, it's no problemo
To put a nigga brains
On the motherfucking window
Ugh! Damn right, I'm nasty
How I come through in that wide-eyed Aston
The leather guts, and might I add in:
It's black-on-chrome like Darren McFadden
Yeah, and don't be comparing my swag
With these wack-ass niggas
That's oh-so-swagless
Yeah, and call me Mr swagmore
Got your girlfriend open like
Some fucking pores
Or open like some fucking doors
Nigga, it's, "Fuck you
And I'm fucking yours"
From the bedroom to the floors whores, haha!