Lil Wayne - She Will (Remix) Lyrics
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]I tell her "now goin pop that ***** for a real niggaI already know that life is deep but I still dig herNiggas is jealous but really I couldn't care lessI'm in hell's kitchen with an apron and a hair netDevil on my shoulder, the lord as my witnessSo on my Libra scale, I'm weighing sins and forgivenessWhat goes around, comes around like a hula hoopKarma is a *****? Well just make sure that ***** is beautifulLife on the edge, I'm dangling my feetI tried to pay attention but attention paid meHaters can't see me, nose bleed seatsAnd today I went shopping and talk is still cheapI rock to the beat of my drumsetI've been at the top for a while and I aint jump yetBut I'm Ray Charles to the bullshitNow jump up on that dick and do a full split[Drake]She just started to pop it for a niggaAnd look back and tell me "baby, it's real"And I say I aint doubt you for a secondI squeeze it and I can tell how it feelI wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the dealAnd she bad, so maybe she won'tUh, but shit than again maybe she willYeah, Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin' game right nowShe will, yeahDo it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin' game right nowShe will, she will, she willMaybe for the money and the power and the fame right nowShe will, she will, she willDo it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin' game right nowShe will, she will, she will[Lil Wayne]Yeah, I tell her "now go on, pop that p-ssy for me"Haters can't see me, but them *****es still looking for meAnd you could take that to the bank and deposit thatPut your two cents in, and get a dollar backSome people hang you out to dry like a towel rackI'm all about "I" give the rest of the vowels backI like my girl thick, not just kinda fineEat her til she cry, call that "wine and dine"Try to check me and I'mma have 'em checkin' pulsesThey say chose wisely, that's why I was chosenRocking like asphalt, it's the cash faultLooked in the face of death and took it's mask offNow I like my house big and my grass softI like my girl face South and her ass NorthBut I'm Ray Charles to the bullshitNow hop up on my dick and do a full split! [Drake - Chorus][Verse 3: Rick Ross]Pandemonium, she cause thatToss it up, and I stuff 'em where her draws atThat's on everything like feets that's on my floor matsRed bottoms, spikes on 'em, that's yo stacksSpeakin' Spanish while she tannin', body no fatShawty body body got me on my 4th stackPink champagne, order more yakRollin' airplanes, where I land at?I levitate over numbers you niggas never makeThe Columbians callin', I tell 'em "perate"Every summer I celebrate with a new estateLet's get the f-ck out this club, call it the great escapeShe wrap her lips 'round a nigga, just like a chinchillaCrap table Bellagio, I'm a big tipperMy life a stage I need her just to stand on itEveryday she look back, I toss a band on it[Drake - Chorus]
