Lil Wayne – T.O. Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Grrr

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I did not come here to see who was litty
That stamp on the kilos the key to the city
Put some on my thumb and did not make her lick it
She can’t feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ
I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean
My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline
I chop you up, they call them amputees
I spit these fast, they call this fast machine

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I drop a four in this, I’m feelin’ glorious
Gun on Big Pun, and my clip on Notorious
Bitch, I’m the man, no, the Mandalorian
I’m in a DeLorean, and, nigga, I’m floorin’ it
I got my whore in it, that bitch a foreigner
Pourin’ her heart out, I’m just ignorin’ her
I let my hair down, I’m finna go throw her in the bedroom myself
And that pussy, no coroner
I can’t smoke Reggie, I be too edgy
My bitch a veggie, bitch, I’m a legend
Pull out my flag, and these niggas start pledgin’
Go pull up whenever, we ain’t gotta schedule it
Boy, I’m a president, presidential Rollie, bezzle it heavily
Inspect it carefully, I’m smokin’ like I’m in the Netherlands
Like I’m a hippie that’s stuck in the 70’s
You with your buddies, I’m with my bloodies
And that’s ain’t not flag, lil’ nigga, this rugby
Duct-tape that nigga up until he a mummy
Then put him in a freezer until we get hungry

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & O.T. Genasis]
Hmph, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot ’cause he was steppin’ on the dope (No, no, no)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow
Every time I’m O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (O-O-O-O-O)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (O-O-O-O-O)
I shot the plug in the foot ’cause he was steppin’ on the dope (Steppin’ on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I’m O.T. (Yeah), my bitch cry like T.O.

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis, Lil Wayne, & Both]
Cookin’ dope in kitchen, 36 (Yeah), I got chickens (Yeah)
Got the bowl (Yeah), I’ma whip it (Yeah)
Got the pistol (Yeah), get to clickin’ (Woah)
Got the dope (Yeah), got the scope (Yeah)
Got the coke (Yeah), off the boat
Got the grams, make it float
Ask my plug, “What’s the quote?” (Go)
I shoot at all of my enemies (Bih)
Walk around like I’m Yosemite (Yeah)
Extra clip, that’s my amenities (Aagh)
I’ma send shots like a Hennessy (Who? Bah, bah, bah)
Bitch, I’ma shoot like a penalty (Mm, bang)
Keep me a flag like a penalty (Bang)
Niggas know me, O.T. (O.T.)
I got more hook than parentheses (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Home Depot, keep me a toolie (Toolie, brrt)
Walk in your house with a Uzi (Woo)
Walk in your room like I’m Droopy (Yeah)
Wet your ass up like jacuzzi (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Everything white, I got Bieber
Cover one eye like I’m Aaliyah
Free Base, bitch, I got Derek Jeter
Rob, strip him naked, just like it’s Peter
Bitch

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I did not come here to see who was litty
That stamp on the kilos the key to the city
Put some on my thumb and did not make her lick it
She can’t feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ
I smoke gasoline, and I sip down some lean
My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline
I chop you up, they call them amputees
I spit these fast, they call this fast machine

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot ’cause he was steppin’ on the dope (Steppin’ on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I’m O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (O-O-O-O-O)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (O-O-O-O-O)
I shot the plug in the foot ’cause he was steppin’ on the dope, yeah (Steppin’ on the dope, no, no, no, no)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I’m O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (O-O-O-O-O)

HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott & Quavo – Eye 2 Eye lyrics

(feat. Takeoff of Migos)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Murda on the beat, that’s not nice, man

[Chorus: Quavo]
Real nigga, I
Get high, touch the sky
Right hand in the air
Left hand in the pot
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Yeah yeah (yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
I see green in your eyes, it don’t lie (it’s lit!)
Blue dollar bills in them hills to the sky (cash!)
We put the floor on dash
Know all my hoes they go and cash
Over that bag, they mad
I know the problem, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Eye to eye (yeah!)
Trips to Dubai (yeah yeah)
I could see that they jealous, don’t know why (yah)
Is it ’cause we lit at 4 AM at the spot?
Put that on your tongue, wait for the swag to unlock (yeah!)
If you searchin’, come look for us (alright!), over the border (it’s lit!)
We import ’em (yeah!), just don’t record us (straight up!)
Poppin’ at the crib, the livin’ room look like The Forum
Roll the dice at night, I take the chance in the mornin’

[Interlude: Quavo]
Know what I mean?
We ain’t really with that camera shit
Nah

[Verse 2: Quavo]
We fuck up for real, for real, for real
We fuck up the check for real (checks)
We havin’ the lean, exotics, and percs, she havin’ the X pill (lean)
We know how to flex for real
We hop on the jet, the time we kill (pew)
These niggas be wildin’, chasin’ money
While I’m signin’ deals (ye)
I got a ‘Tek Philippe (ye)
And I bought a skeleton (ice, ye)
I’m a deadly weapon (ye)
I’m about to go off in a second (vroom, yeah)
Moving bricks and medicine (bricks)
She like to fly, pelican (brr)
Touch the sky, heavenly (sky)
Designer belt from the Netherlands (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Real nigga, I
Get high, touch the sky
Right hand in the air
Left hand in the pot
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
I see green in your eyes, it don’t lie (green)
Blue dolla’ bills send them heels to the sky (yeah!)
We put the floor on dash (skrrt skrrt)
All of my hoes they go and cash (skrrt skrrt)
Over that bag, they mad
I know the problem, yeah yeah

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Real nigga, I (I), pop a perc’ and fly (brr)
Crack that seal and take a whiff and I come back alive (die)
Niggas commit suicide when they don’t got mob ties
Flip it like it’s Five Guys, I’m 2Pac, get all eyes (all)
Look at the bitch, she a dime
So many watches, a nigga can’t run out of time
They get out of line
The gang in your yard with the strap like the Uber driver with the sign (brrt)
I’ve been known to tell the truth in my raps but these other rapper tell lies (lies)
Real niggas keep the trap alive
Ain’t no fabrication on the vine (it’s cap)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Real nigga, I
Get high, touch the sky
Right hand in the air
Left hand in the pot
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Real nigga, I
We see eye to eye
Yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
I see green in your eyes, it don’t lie (green)
Blue dollar bills in them hills to the sky (yeah!)
We put the floor on dash (skrrt skrrt)
All of my hoes they go and cash (skrrt skrrt)
Over that bag, they mad
I know the problem, yeah, yeah (yeah!)

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt