Lil Wayne – Dinnertime Lyrics

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[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
[Verse 4: Trick Daddy] I’m up early in the morning, and I’m dressed in black. More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio, Case paradise and I ain’t talking about Coolio. Gave me my sack like, goodluck getting back. We don’t get rid of Q, We get rid of fools. Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffing my car? Pops, my papai, has already hear me. So what you got in your trunk? Heavy on the? Million dollar status, fully automatic. You niggas talked blow, While I sold mine. You treat me like Shaq, And you Kobe but I didn’t say you owe me nigga. Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes. While your half ass looking at my pants sagging, I’m getting money, and my swagging and black flagging. If it wasn’t for reverend, I probably would pimpin and shit. Oh, just a spare tire. Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong spot. Got the audacity to call me a liar. And we ain’t trying to see the pen, Like a needle in a hay stack we ain’t trying to see the pen. [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] (I don’t ask them baby I just tax em baby) (Let’s go) Yeah imagine this, No imagine that. Lil Wayne – Dinnertime Lyrics

[Lil Wayne:] I think we got a problem Yeahh…
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Big money in this bitch if you didn’t knew. Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black. This, this is classic, So this shit you might never see again. This is a luxury tax. Pitbull & Lil WayneLil Wayne – Dinnertime Lyrics

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Advertisements 3.2 but I just did it for the kids. I smell gun powder, So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar, Or your dun-dolla. Big business minus the business suit. Like a bad crape, it’s locking up in no time. And this is what you call stereotyping about? And we taxin, you don’t want it nigga leave it then, And we taxin, you don’t want it nigga leave it then. Can’t lie, still addicted to the odor Got a ice cold Pepsi, But still thinking Coke-Cola. (Yeah…) I’m like how the fuck I’m gonna get outta there. And if I’m not careful, Leave em the same place they find him there. and even harder on the women. [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I’m a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes. Tied trapping, shit sent me to prison, Got mad and went to savage so homicide came to visit. They say I could’ntplay baseball at all. Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster, Nigga what finger fuck you whole squad. Make more (money man) that the model for the mob, Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job. People taking pictures and they really getting fragrant. They said I couldn’t play football I was too small. More guns than a pawn shop, Got my whole arm rocked. It cost a ball dogg, Especially when the players on your team, Consider you as the ball hog. Flags down my spaceship, sergeant searching for a fragrance. Forty around spending doe, flipping for my? But act like you know me nigga. READ  Scavenger Hunt – Sweet Talk Lyrics
Still huustling… BOSSS
[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Yeah… You gotta pay for this, I remember when I used to pray for this. Let you raid tax on them packs if you didn’t know Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid. New coop, no top, big tennis shoes. Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool. Even I look in the mirror like is it you, And I say I must be the hottest if it isnt you. And I’m a winner if I make it cross the finish line, Putting food on the table like it’s dinner time.