Lil' Wayne - The American Dream lyrics

rate me

Uhhn! like mutha'fuck all yawl

Mr.Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all yawl

Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches

Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches

I'm the Dream machine I mean King vision

I can see through yo scene like clear screens

Hear me? to a lion you are just deer meat

Fear god fear me seri-ous

Us be Y.M., try them and die when I say so

Weezy F hardful red go like Craig go

It's all gravy tryna build like Lego's

Betta "Let Go My Ego! " cuz thats my breakfast on the table

Yea! n I don't kno how fake feel nigga cause all my life I been a real nigga

Fuck ya girlfriend fuck ya hommie too

I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit

And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a marksmen too

And you're the target "oops! "

And everything gets better in time and time is forever

And mutha'fucka it's my time and I'm better

Hoe I go so hard

I'm so gone my I.D is a Post Card

I travel like b-ball with no calls

I play my roll and listen out for the roll call

This is a movie and every movie must go off

But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg

Say wat up blood! what da lick read!? !

5 star general in a 6 speed

Still hood like thick cheese bitch please

Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze

bullets that'll trim trees

Simply shoot til it's empty, Inf beam will turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese

Violent!! Fuck wit me!

Fuck around n see a whole notha side of me!

I separate yo body with them hollow tips; biologist

Photographist, picture me in yo bedroom with a mask on

Pistol to yo head while you puttin yo pants on

Hurry up, nigga!!

Peyton Manning offense, Singletary defense

Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit

That is how I keeps it R.I.P Pimp-C

I do it how I do it cause I kno my nigga sees me

And I'm a hold it down bitch

Yeah the crown fit

The boy got a flow that you can drown in

When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt

Young Carter, no flaws, style so raw ohw!

HAHAUHWH!

Fuckin right I'm a monster

Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers or Sonia

Mortal Kombat Street Fightin like E-Honda

Murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya wats reallly!

Fireman spit gasoline on ya contract

Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a batch of bitches

Yawl niggas act like a bunch of bitches

blood, bitches, leave you in a tub of

Blood, bitches, young niggas, young money, young niggas, fuck pistols

We at yo window with scud mistles Young Carter!

Big nuts and they hung further than ya father's

Uhahaha!

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