Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Amen lyrics

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[Verse1: Lil Wanye]

Gangsta Grillz ya bastards!

There’s a couple married bitches in the building

Fucked them!

I get that ? I get that pussy

Nothing

I see you niggas got no life.. Sixth Sense

She said she wanna fuck my brains out

But she gonna have to suck this dick first! Preach!

She sat on my dick, she sat on my face

I told that bitch she got good seats

Man, these niggas softer than fleece

2-D niggas, and they obliques

You talked that shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep

Bitch you know the motto!

It’s Young Money over hoes

Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio

Gettin’ to the money, now the money getting to me

She say vert-dick is hung like a jury

I’m on the track: DOA

Some of these niggas be DEA

Money tall: NBA

Broke niggas: SMA

Hit em like Canseco

But she be like “No way Jose!”

I got all that white

What you call that? OKKK!

Every night I go hard

She like me like Boston George

She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy

3 car garage!

These niggas is false alarms

They don’t mean no fuckin harm

Hey baby let’s make a porn!

Ba-bum! Devil horns

You know that I ain’t got no ceilings

The money changed me, I’m making chameleons

Only God can judge me, can’t appeal it

In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit

Amen!

Tell them alphabet boys it’s a “G” thing

I’ve got a street sweeper.. do you need your street cleaned?

Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team

Red beam, if you scared, mufucka go to church!

Preach! Security breach

I’m on that grass harder than cleats

I’m on that gas, y’all on E

Nigga my cash out of your reach

I run shit like the reverend

She get on her knees for this dick

Then swallow all of them blessings

Church!

[Verse2: Boo]

Just a way of life

Brought my mama a crib

Brought my daddy a car

Let him go free Tune

Now they think I’m a star

Damn I love this life wouldn’t trade it for nothing

Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain’t standing for nothing

I smoke that loud so I don’t hear haters talking

Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune

In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase

Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous

Now good ain’t good enough and my hood is hood as fuck

I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up

Swag so dope you probably think I’m dealing

And I only give head if baby girl swallow children

Boo ain’t got a ghost and bitches still be catch the holy ghost

She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose

Pimpin’ so cold put that on my overcoat

Only ride foreign

We don’t do 100 spokes

When broke niggas talk that’s 100 jokes

Ha Laughing at you fuck boys

Skate gear I’m a truck boy

On my truck right I don’t give a fuck boy<br />

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Thanks to d

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