Get Somethin` lyrics

Artist  : Lil` Wayne 
Song : Get Somethin`



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[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, we on cloud 20
That's
high (high.. high)
Weezy F baby and the squad
following the boy

[Chorus: Mannie
Fresh]
Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down
drivin' careless
Swervin' through from left to
right, and I'm dressed so super tight
Baby
girl shake it like Beyonce
I done forgot about
Beyonce, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table
dances by my chair
Get something
now

[Lil Wayne]
I'm hot from New
Orleans
Its Weezy F Baby
Way above
ballin'
Stay above yall and
I got da A and
da K if y'all want it
I'm making way for my
homies
You better not sleep, stay awake for
the morning
It's young Carter come and get it
in order oooh...hotter
You six feet in the
six
Im snuffed in the Bentley
Oooh..shorty
stop playin' wit' me
I'm da heart of the SQ
mobbers
Mobbin' wit my black Madonna
Get my
back momma
Got that Mac persona
I'm a
P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G
I'm from
uptown never tempt me
It's life in the
battle
Ill leave my desert empty uhh
Bezzle
yellow is pee Yeah..
Ain't a fella hotter than
me, ain't another better than me
ooh.

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Hole
in the door fo' show ya boy rollin'
I'm cold
wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring
Hole
in my coast by myself never bowling
Throwing
the squad up lettin' em know what Weezy
F
toastin' floating
Notice the stroke in my
motion, strollin'
Toke and a poke and a smoke
got me loaded
Put a purple ocean in my soda
make potion
Pull a rover over by some hoes in
Magnolias
Roll ya body like a snake slow for
all my boya'z
Whistle hotter than ya hottest
gat but so poised
Bodies flying in the air
while I whip the Harley
I'm hardly seeing you
playa you can't see me
I'm a gangsta I
supposed to be on TV, really
And the rose gold
bezzle show clearly
V where you at you gotta
feel me Daddy

[Chorus]

[Lil
Wayne]
See I look to my side and Lil gutta say
peel ya
Weezy F get familiar y'all boy's gonna
get pecuiliar
I'ma's kii..kii ..kill
ya
I'ma Kit Kat dealer
I'ma Maybach
wheeler
I'ma get them millions
Like a slick
big William hater
Big willy like I fuck's wit
Jada
I ain't got nothin' but yaya
man
Nothin' but flavors man
Nothin' but
wages man
Nothin' but paper
I'ma fuck it
and tape it and show all of my homies
Drop
20's on the 'Rari
Scratch off at
parties
I'ma make your hoe grab all her
shorties up in the Escalade Suburban
Snatch
off that laundry
I'ma make y'all boys back off
the army
Put that hammer to your dome
Now
come off that arm piece
And I like that
chain
I'm feeling that hat
My papi's Ozzy
Ozbourne
And I'm feeling like Jack
Gimme
dat!

[Chorus]

That's wassup
Man,
it's weezy F man
AND The F is for fly
(flllyyy)
Birdman Jr.