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Lil Wayne - IANAHB Lyrics

Lil Wayne – IANAHB Lyrics

(Intro: Lil Wayne)
Yea
Yea

(Verse: Lil Wayne)
I’m in a crib butt naked bitch
She say my dick could be the next black president
Americans hate that I’m American
Medicine – I treat it like peppermints
Uh, I’m in the ocean getting shark pussy
Shoot you in yo fuckin mouth and make you talk to me
Sometimes I need someone to talk to
‘Cus I Am Not A Human Being, Part II
Getting paid, show money for walkthroughs
Letting all these hoes ride my dick, carpool
My bars pass the bar exam – no law school
Cash money army, veteran with my war wounds
Uh, wut yo man doin?
I pop his motherfuckin top like a can good
And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed
And last night I took a Transformer
I had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron
But my girl was sleeping with decepticons
Money talks man and mine talk lecture long
PUSSY – my second home
I be grinding on them hoes like a haf pipe
She say Tunechi you the shit, you need yo ass ripe
I say before you gas me up check the gas price
Then I make er take this dick like advice
She see saw it, she suck it and enjoy it
I stick it in her ass like some fuckin steroids
Jose Canseco, make no mistake
Like a white boy wearing black paint
You’re a fake ass nigga, brake pads nigga
Wait. You ain’t in my way class nigga
Lookin for the motherfuckin man in the mirror
Runnin this shit like a Fawcett, Farah
Barracuda, who the fuck you are?
I could make yo bitch root for me like I grew er
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure
90 billion bitches on my stick like a skewer
That’s swag, got my true blood bitch, no fangs
Didn’t went pro, now I’m going propane
Tell a bitch get off me, bitch get off me
I er over here blowin me like coffee
Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated
And I get head while it’s decapitated
Think it’s a game? Nigga come play
I’m with my killa bees, fuck bug spray
Yea, young money so gangsta
I personally know strangers, that’s so strange
But this girl named Dana, like the girl anal
Shoot em in his head, what’s that? A no brainer
Plain ol nigga but a break from it all
I wear my heart on my sleeve so don’t be breaking my arm
I’d rather ring yo fuckin neck before I ring the alarm
I dream to meet a serial killer that would bring me along with him
I gotta hit em like red bongs with long hair
Fuck with me – yo ass is grass
Get a lawn chair
I was fucking before my dick started growing hair
Bitches sweatin me like John Mayer, a warm air
Man, nuts and bananas
You know how the tables turn
Where are yo table manners?
If you fake put a egg in yo shoe and scramble
No rubber, I just fucked this piano, nigga