- Votes:
- Composers:
- Williams
- Bryan / Carter
- Dwayne / Jones
- Tristan G.
 
- Tags:
- 2000s
- 2005
- american
- lil wayne
- rap
 
- See also:
Lil Wayne - Fly Out lyrics
"Fly Out"
[Lil Wayne]
 We here
 I said we here
 The back of Tha Carter
 The back of Tha Carter....Two....Ooooh
 Yea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two people
 HEY! HaHa.Yea
 [Verse 1]
 I got the game on ball and chain
 I threw the key in the train
 I'm like the key in the truck
 I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless
 Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic
 Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine
 Say my name and die in the daytime
 You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton
 Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond
 I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign
 Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
 A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever
 Tell them pussy niggaz come together
 Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga
 Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal niggaLil Wayne - Fly Out - http://motolyrics.com/lil-wayne/fly-out-lyrics.html
 I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga
 Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga
 Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin
 But she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is piston
 Them niggaz trippin, unitl the shots whistling'
 Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention
 I gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitches
 As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
 No preventing the crime, I gotta get it
 I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin
 There you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkin
 Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
 This is the future and crime is to no one
 I live everyday like this is the sure one
 Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
 Stand in the heat, 'til the mother fuckin snow come
 And it feels so fuckin good
 Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
 No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
 Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
 Come and get it, automatics in motion
 We bangin for the bread nigga, even the molded
 I got my loaf, I got my toast
 Chaperone of the south, I got my coast. Yea
 And unll I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE









