Lil Wayne - Feel Me lyrics

So Lil' Wayne, what's your motivation?

Like, muthafuck them niggas what they want do I'm ready

Tevin Campbell, No Homo,

Black Rimbaud,

Fuckin with the boy baby that's a gamble (yeah)

If we were in Vegas leave em on a crap table (come on)

I'm willing and I'm able to come and run up on 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 (yeaaahh)

The re-ups be like birthday parties

No room to park the cars in the garages

So outside the cribs all you see is a ararryies

If I ain't say it right fuck it I ain't foreign

FEEL ME!

And see that's why everybody get me wrong at you know what I mean

I got that heat rock

Fo real

Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music?

That's because they ain't got their heat rock like me, you know what I mean?

They ain't spittin like me, they spittin,

But know what I mean, they ain't got colds

I got the flu over here man

Fo real

I need relief, yall help me, fo real

Hahaha

I know yall sick of me cause I'm tired of yall fo real

And based on the bank, I'm doin much better than a lot of these niggas

I'm tired of these niggas

Yawnin when I see em make me stretch and pull a burner

I'm cockin back the passin, they catch em in their sternum (Uf-uh uh)

That gone probably burn you

That gone probably learn you, to neva eva eva

Eva eva eva come around here no more

Rich gangstas over here you gotta die with the broke bitch

Im the God I should ride with the Pope but the boys so hood I'll just ride with my hoe (yeah)

Yeah, and tell em about Holly Grove, tell em about my last show, tell em about my last hoe

You know, just born to mack call me Deion Sanders bring the corner back (yeah)

I'm in my prime niggas fallin back (Ok)

That's right I'm comin baby yeah as hard as crack

FEEL ME!

And that's just what it is man (yeah)

If you don't like my shit then fuck you on 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 man

Fo real

Cash Money, Young Money in your muthaf**kin throat bitch

Swallow slow

Weezy F Baby

This interview is over

Go to the next song, bitch