Looks up. Lil wayne and his high heel wearing fans are on BGOL.
Guess what I don't have any Quotables. Ask Gille what he thinks???
i'm guessing you don't have any Gillie lines do you???
Nope. Homie sold a cool millie off a hot buzz, no major advertisement/promotion. He did his #'s, "best rapper alive" (by the time the best rapper retires) (jk)
Enjoy--
I'm underground call me ground hog
Lay down laws call em the ground law
Dont confuse me wit the law naw
But just confuse me wit my paw because I am the Birdman J.R
I ain't trippin nigga I play the corner like Ripken nigga
Wit the forty cal Ripken nigga rip a nigga
Flip ya vehicle split ya windsheild
Hack ya baby moma but I'll let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still
Cause the lil nigga still ride on big wheels
You feelin animal then come on and get killed
This hit peel bandanas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah
Man a train could'nt stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up say I got my land
I'm the man of my land call it Lilweeziana...
and
Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe
I'm lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R.
Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich
Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick
and
I'm crazy for being Wayne, or is Wayne just crazy?
I been around, I'm still around, like them Geico cavemen
Hairpin trigga, no I won't shave it
I spot Hip Hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it
The South is so dirty, bitch you can't bathe it
Hollygrove dog, and I feel like mating
Babygirl, yo pussy lookin so vacant
And it's fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush, not makin
Fuck Waste Deep, I'm in ova my head
But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm Good, like Meagan
Your girl wants me to come Ronald, like Reagan
Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in
I don't fear nothing, but God and weddings
At the top of my paper, like I'm starting a heading
My homie Santana, yea dat's my ace
But you may know us as, I Can't Feel My Face
and (for you)
In the game, I'm no cheetah, I'ma tiger, I'ma cougar, I'ma panther, I'ma bengal
Ocho Cinco
I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie
In a piar of Gucci flops, feelin free'ier than Willie
When dem niggaz Left Eye, it got a little bit Chilli
But I just let it burn, like the end of the philly
Weezy!
