Sugested Lyrics from Lil Wayne

Talk 2 Me Crazy

uh, uhNo me hables talk to me

Back from the 80's

keep the blammer in the drawer with the pajamasI keep

Thought It Was a Drought

DJ Drama & Lil to Mack Maine!Yeah, yeah, yeah,

What’s Next

yeah yeah 1: Lil been smokin' on the

LA Traffic

1: Lil you motherfucking unbelievableA n***a wrong I can't

Selsun Blue

rid of the residueGet rid of all the white, like

Bugatti (Freestyle)

Lil check, I still don't hear Mike-Oh yeah I

Best I Ever Had (Remix)

Nicki Minaj, Young MoneyYeah, Drizzy's home, you

Dough Is What I Got

is a public service announcementLil Wayne, Weezy F. Baby, is

Weezy on the Streets of N.O.

Lil now, man, the streets of New Orleans is

N***a Like Me

1: 2: Lil tell em' da bitch ride

MIA

Lil is well-developed music, hahaKhaled I see you, hahaIt's

Love Of My Life

Lil Baby, T-StreetsSqadfizzle in yo backFee-fizzle where we atLove

Yall Aint Fuckin Wit Me

Lil' Up WorldIt's your boy Weezy BabyBless on the

Millionaire

I got platinum on both of my wrists and

Eulogy

Lil Wayne Verse: It’s all business no love to the competition

Go Go Dancer

- Lil you did this - Lil

Just Fine

YeahYeahYeahI'm going in y'allOkay it's Oh EightYoung Wayne just back on

MDR / A Milli (Mixed)

1: Lil millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaireTougher than

Something Different

Drop: DJ 1: Lil I laugh so

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Intro:
I Smack UP Wit' A Bag Of Stacks (Damn!)
She Pull UP With A Rag Of Facts (Damn!)
Square Table In The Dark, Thats Just How We Act (Vroom!)
I Fucking Pull Up Wit' My Glock, These N***as Need To Ask (Damn!)

Verse 1:
Remember nights cold and hungry as hell? (Shit!)
A Smacked Johns Ass Just Like A Bell (Smack!)
I Bet His Old Doesn't Know How To Spell (Haha!)
Since Diana And Francis, Bitch I'll Make Them Swell (Ow!)
I Mean Black Rappers Just Need To Get Rid Of Their Souls, Go Sell!
If We Ever Make It To 2024, Just Let Me Tell You, Go Fuck The Shell
Hairy Barbizon As Fucking Makes Me Wanna Die (Gunshot)
I Heard P. Diddy, Wanted To Fly (Bitch)
MY Children Are On The Couch "Fuck You Watching"? Henati!
Yo, listen up, it’s time to expose
Francis Mole, you think you know?
In this rap game, I’m stealing your show
Step back kid it’s about to blow!
Your style is dated like an old school flip phone
It cracks me up harder than my dad's dad jokes at home
Claiming that throne while I'm switching my tone
Boy got more ego than talent alone!
Yeah, society's quick with their pitchforks and flames
Branding him guilty without knowing real names
Judgment day sentencing on hearsay alone—
Where’s our compassion when we carve at the bone?
See kids get hurt and it cuts me deep too;
But through all this noise can we find something true?
Like piecing together bits from shattered glass—
Finding out if this shadow even gobbles or gasps
Yo, Diana in the chat, always talkin' ‘bout the beef
Like every single dinner’s a reality TV freak
Francis is my boy but you keep spinnin’ that tale
Chorus:
Diana! Can we put the beef to rest?
Every word feels like nails straight into my chest
Shut the hell up about it; just give it a break!
We don’t need these bitch ass fights—now that's what I call fake

Verse 2:
From “Baby One More Time" to that "Toxic” groove
Every song's a banger and they’ve got me in the mood
Catch your vibe in the airwaves—sippin' on nostalgia
With every note you hit; it's like I'm caught in euphoria
But hold up wait—I ain’t all about murder
Just wanna expose ya like your pedophile mysteries
Got bars full of passion mixed heavy with rage
I’m turning each page till they lock me in cage।
So lifeline is short ‘n’ mine’s getting burned
Hear those whispers calling from lessons learned
Justice could fucking come but don’t push too far
‘Cause even innocent plans can leave permanent scars
With every breathe taken feels closer to fate
It ain’t just about hating; life alters state
Trying to escape these thoughts running wild
Instead of losing grip , let go –be beguiled

Chorus:
Diana! Can we put the beef to rest?
Every word feels like nails straight into my chest
Shut the hell up about it; just give it a break!
We don’t need these bitch ass fights—now that's what I call fake
Verse 3: (Eminem)
Here I am in the living room (Here I am!)
Baby fast asleep in the living womb fuck that (Snooze)
If I fall off, just put me in a little tomb (Ugh!)
I'll be underground making beats, QUEEF JERKY to the moon
Hit 'em, yeah
Don't quiet quit 'em
I got problems with 'em
I just farted in 'em
I just lost a limb from my uncle Tim
Even on a whim
I don't shave, I trim
I don't shave, I trim, I don't save a limb
Trumpets and crumpets and yummy baked goods
I eat it all up like a growing boy should
I take a sip of fucking my tea
Yeah, delicious
I take a bite of your mom
So nutritious
Hold on, let me pop this bottle
I want another 3D model
I gotta tinkle so I waddle
I never fuck but I bitch around

Chorus:
Diana! Can we put the beef to rest?
Every word feels like nails straight into my chest
Shut the hell up about it; just give it a break!
We don’t need these bitch ass fights—now that's what I call fake
Outro:
Shady's Back!
Warning You
Fuck Francis
Maybe Mole
Fuck Him
Fuck Him
Fuck Him
Fuck Him
Diana Fuck You Too
I Found Your Address
3 Wilkes St New York. Fucking Kill Him

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