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Lil Wayne – Feel Me

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исполнитель Lil Wayne

правообладатель CM/Republic

жанр Рэп

длительность 03:48

размер 8.72 MB

битрейт 320 kbps

загружено Universal Music Group

Feel Me
03:48
So "Little Wayne," what's your motivation? Is that really a question? Do you really have that written down in your notepad? You should be ashamed of yourself You smell me girl I smell like money See, thats what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god damn thang) To me it was always get money or die I come up under Birdman, the Number One Stunna You know what I mean I'm Stunna Jr. thats all I know thats all I ever knew Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying And I feel that way Foreal So hard I go I keep pushing The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie Dwayne Carter absent keep looking I'm present on the block I'm a legend on the block Ice so bright like heaven on the watch Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch So watch and see what I do Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing hachoo They got the shivers 'mayne I got the fever I got to bring the hood back after Katrina Weezy F Baby, now the 'F' is for FEMA Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia Yea no cure no help So me so good so hard so felt Feel me And that's just my point right there That's what I'm always trying to stress know what I'm saying If you don't understand me if you don't feel me then you ain't real In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you know So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period? I mean, I would say the voice of the hood cause thats who I speak for And myself, you know what I mean, my family thats who I represent My homies, my girl, my life you know C'mon, bang this shit nigga pump my shit You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit Like motherfuck them niggas what they wan-do I'm ready Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo Fucking with the boy baby that's a gamble If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap table I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable Like nobody make a sound where the paper where the paper Gotta get it gotta have it Once I got it I'mma spend it Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it The re-ups be like birthday parties No room to park the cars in the garages So outside the cribs all you see is arayis If I ain't say it right fuck it I ain't foreign Feel me And see thats where everybody get me wrong at, you know what I mean? I got that heat rock, foreal Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music? Thats because they ain't got that heat rock like me you know what I mean They ain't spitting like me They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds I got the flu over here man, foreal I need relief, y'all help me I know y'all sick of me, cause I'm tired of y'all foreal And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than alot of these niggas I'm tired of these niggas Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner I'm cocking back and passing They catch 'em in they sternum Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya That gone probably learn ya To never ever ever - ever ever ever come around here no more Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke bitch I'm the God I should ride with the Pope But the boy so hood I just ride with my ho yeah Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove Tell 'em bout my last show Tell 'em bout my last ho You know, just born to mack Call me Deion Sanders, bring the corner back I'm in my prime, niggas falling back That's right I'm coming baby yeah hard as crack Feel Me And thats just what it is nigga If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up That's how I was taught, that's how I was brought up And that's how I'mma go down Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherfucking throat bitch Swallow slow Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song Bitch
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