Lil Wayne - No Haters lyrics

London on da Track, bitch!

We catch a body and we laugh about it
I fucked her friend
I don't feel bad about it
Grinding, it's agonizing but it's gratifying
Skinny tires on a salad diet
Ooh, I lost my mind
I'm like "Fuck everybody!"
Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies
Yeah, I fuck so long, it feel like exercising
I'll test a lion before testifying
All I got is hitters in my squad
I could get you killed
All my niggas want the job
I could get you killed
It just take a head nod
I want you dead by tonight
That's a real deadline zero fucks given
I make her come to the
Condo butt naked 'cause, bitch
Ain't no stealin'
She still come visit, she don't wan' leave
She compared it to me leaving a witness
I said, "I get it
" I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches
And this AK is not for decoration
Fuckboys give me the heebie-jeebies
I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages
Hey, if she can suck a
Dick and snort a Quaalude
Then, ooh, baby, you got my full attention
Champagne expensive, it taste good or vintage
Open your nose, I'll put some sugar in it
I don't fuck around with them fuck-arounds
Uh, I might fuck around and catch a body
Yeah, I got some niggas that'll hunt you down
Yeah, and catch you slipping
Like you playing hockey
Woo! We catch a body and we laugh about it
Yeah, I fuck her friend
I don't feel bad about it
Uh, money and drugs
I'm talkin' math and science
Ooh, skinny tires, on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
Make sure he dead, before we leave, my nigga
Grab his wallet ooh, I got the hook up
On them rocket launchers
I told Obama, "Fuck with me
You know I got it"
Slime, you need to fuck with me
You know I got it
I know somebody that know somebody
Look, traffic dying, we still trap-or-dying
It's agonizing but it's gratifying
Squad! I could get you killed
All my niggas want the job
I could get you killed
It just take a head nod
Want you dead by tonight
That's a real deadline hold up
You ain't got no hitters in your squad
I could get you killed
That's my real day job
I'm a crime of passion
I'm a fucking hate crime
Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 Mile
I'm the motherfucking man, Scarface, Facemob
Pockets looking like The Blob
Chips like Cape Cod
Bust your motherfucking egg 'til
I see egg nog my bougie bitch ratchet
My ratchet bitch a straight snob
Hold up, who know how to read gang signs?
Cause we gon' throw 'em up and
We gon' give 'em hang time
I got white, I got brown
Sell it at the same time
That's that James Brown, and
That's that James Bond, ooh
We catch a body and we laugh about it
It's catastrophic but we glamorize it
It's agonizing but it's gratifying
Skinny tires on a salad diet, ooh!
Chopper leave you with a half a body
No hesitation, no stall
Like the bathroom crowded
Chopper so big, so tall
It could wrap around me
Triple A: Astronomic And Atomic tunechi
And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait
And I'm so sorry for the wait, yeah