Oliver Francis - weezy x nardis lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - weezy x nardis lyrics]
Is that an interview you actually
Gave with Katie Couric?
Is that an interview I actually gave with
Katie Couric? What’s your name again?
Well, that’s not the question
What’s his name?
Pete Ross
Huh?
Pete Ross
Pete Ross, that’s a stupid-ass question
Howdy do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitching and I gotta tote the
Haha! Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like
The fucking O'Bannon's
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47
Make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds
You can hear them bitches humming
Don't let that bird shit
He got a weak stomach
Niggas know I'm sick: I don't spit
I vomitgot it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says: "Shoot a nigga in
His thigh and leg
And tell him, 'Catch up
' like mayonnaise"; um
I'm the sickest nigga doing itbet that, baby
These other niggas dope; I'm
Wet crack, baby
Yes!
Get back, get back, boy, this a setback
Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall
Into a death trap
Rest assured, I rest in a azure
Me and my chauffer gotta
Sometimes I gotta let my girl hold the
I think I'm bout to put some pearl on the
Yeah! and guess what boy?
You know a nigga just got papers on the
And I just got off paper for the
Now I can go and get some paper with this
What you on?
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped
We can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on
Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry Kush
And when it come to that paper
I stack books ha
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or
Put some money on ya head
Life ain't cheap
You better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga fee
See, every motherfucker at the door
Don't get a key
You're outside looking in
So tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I told my homies, "don't kill him
Bring the nigga to me"
Yeah, don't miss
You fucking with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga
Make him feel like a kid again
Maybe you weren't always that way
But I believe you're that way now
I didn't really see it before
I made a terrible mistake
I shouldn't have hurt you
I should never have broken up with you
I love you
And I understand if you don't
Feel the same way
But trust me, I'll never hurt you again
I swear
Young Moolah baby
Did you perform at the Virgin Mobile Music
Fest in 2008 with Kanye West?
I don’t know, but I know I did perform at
This bad-ass bitch birthday party
Recently. She was crazy
Stupid thick
Didn’t you win
I don’t know
The award for best rap album of the year in
I don’t know
2008 for Tha Carter I I I?
I don’t know
Mr. Carter
You have to wait until the attorney
Has finished asking the question please
I’m sorry, that’s my psychic. I’m sorry
Gave with Katie Couric?
Is that an interview I actually gave with
Katie Couric? What’s your name again?
Well, that’s not the question
What’s his name?
Pete Ross
Huh?
Pete Ross
Pete Ross, that’s a stupid-ass question
Howdy do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitching and I gotta tote the
Haha! Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like
The fucking O'Bannon's
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47
Make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds
You can hear them bitches humming
Don't let that bird shit
He got a weak stomach
Niggas know I'm sick: I don't spit
I vomitgot it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says: "Shoot a nigga in
His thigh and leg
And tell him, 'Catch up
' like mayonnaise"; um
I'm the sickest nigga doing itbet that, baby
These other niggas dope; I'm
Wet crack, baby
Yes!
Get back, get back, boy, this a setback
Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall
Into a death trap
Rest assured, I rest in a azure
Me and my chauffer gotta
Sometimes I gotta let my girl hold the
I think I'm bout to put some pearl on the
Yeah! and guess what boy?
You know a nigga just got papers on the
And I just got off paper for the
Now I can go and get some paper with this
What you on?
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped
We can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on
Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry Kush
And when it come to that paper
I stack books ha
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or
Put some money on ya head
Life ain't cheap
You better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga fee
See, every motherfucker at the door
Don't get a key
You're outside looking in
So tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I told my homies, "don't kill him
Bring the nigga to me"
Yeah, don't miss
You fucking with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga
Make him feel like a kid again
Maybe you weren't always that way
But I believe you're that way now
I didn't really see it before
I made a terrible mistake
I shouldn't have hurt you
I should never have broken up with you
I love you
And I understand if you don't
Feel the same way
But trust me, I'll never hurt you again
I swear
Young Moolah baby
Did you perform at the Virgin Mobile Music
Fest in 2008 with Kanye West?
I don’t know, but I know I did perform at
This bad-ass bitch birthday party
Recently. She was crazy
Stupid thick
Didn’t you win
I don’t know
The award for best rap album of the year in
I don’t know
2008 for Tha Carter I I I?
I don’t know
Mr. Carter
You have to wait until the attorney
Has finished asking the question please
I’m sorry, that’s my psychic. I’m sorry