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Paroles de la chanson I Am Not a Human Being par Lil Wayne
I am not a human being
Pussy for lunch
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch
Yeah, kush in the blunts
I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playing
They better re-plan
I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland
Together we stand, and fall on y'all
Balling with my Bloods, call it b-ball
These dames ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers
Come through, coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers
Pussy for lunch
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch
Yeah, kush in the blunts
I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playing
They better re-plan
I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland
Together we stand, and fall on y'all
Balling with my Bloods, call it b-ball
These dames ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers
Come through, coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers
Now I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid
Shit, fuck with me and get hid
I finger-fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids
Just do it? My nigga, I just did
Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig
You dig? This here is big biz
And I scream fuck it to whoever it is
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
Rockstar baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid
Shit, fuck with me and get hid
I finger-fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids
Just do it? My nigga, I just did
Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig
You dig? This here is big biz
And I scream fuck it to whoever it is
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
Rockstar baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy
That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese
Heater close range, 'cause people are strange
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne
I'm in the far lane
I'm running this shit - Hundred yard gain
Swag on infinity
I'm killing 'em
See the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
I would try you, I wouldn't lie dude
I must be sticky 'cause them bitches got their eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food
Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes
That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese
Heater close range, 'cause people are strange
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne
I'm in the far lane
I'm running this shit - Hundred yard gain
Swag on infinity
I'm killing 'em
See the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
I would try you, I wouldn't lie dude
I must be sticky 'cause them bitches got their eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food
Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes
I stand tall like I'm motherfucking 9'2"
I scream mother-fuck you and whoever designed you
And if you think you hot, then obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply, and then we come divide you
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
Reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl
I scream mother-fuck you and whoever designed you
And if you think you hot, then obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply, and then we come divide you
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
Reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl
Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls
Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip hop, it must be knee hop
I'm higher than a tree top
She lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop
Spitting that heat rock
I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on etcetera... three dots
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run motherfucker, 'cause we not
You better run 'til your feet stop
You ain't even a fucking alphabet in my tea pot
Colder than a ski shop
Holding on to the top
And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop
Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip hop, it must be knee hop
I'm higher than a tree top
She lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop
Spitting that heat rock
I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on etcetera... three dots
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run motherfucker, 'cause we not
You better run 'til your feet stop
You ain't even a fucking alphabet in my tea pot
Colder than a ski shop
Holding on to the top
And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
(I am not basic, I am not a human being)
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