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Lil Wayne - John Feat Rick Ross Lyrics

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[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call or collect
But if she get greedy, I'mma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset, been fucking the world and nigga I ain't cum yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock ya head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
And AK47 is my fucking address, huh

[Hook - Rick Ross]
I'm not a star
Somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Yeah!
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Big black nigga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em off they might be high, swish
I'm swimming in a yellow bitch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before, yahh
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes (Rozay)
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Hook - Rick Ross]
I'm not a star
Somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Yeah!
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid, get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip, then roll the window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking witcha looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday, huh

[Verse 4 - Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive (yeah)
Rip yo ass apart then I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (yeah)
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch (huh)
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape (yeah)
Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather round, got gifts for each and all of y'all (hahaha)
Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (yeah)
If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up (nigga)
It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (yeahh)
I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up

[Outro - Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star
Somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah