Loud Pipes lyrics

Artist  : Lil` Wayne 
Song : Loud Pipes



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Verse 1: (Mannie)
Wha wha wha nigga
nigga

I put piss stains on private planes
cuz its my jet nigga
Money aint shit cuz my
rottweilers drink moet
Diamond baugette
bracelets for my lovers
Playa, i use cristal
to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist
that cost 3 nickel
Who got the project on lock
when that nigga slangin pickle
Who got benz, a
prowler, playboy, and a Vette
Tell the
truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we
met?
Now, who got baby mamas from the noila to
new york
Who got every bitch attention in this
motherfucker when he talk
Now who the fuck we
talkin bout, look--yall dont know?
I'll give
you a hint: see that bitch you with?
He fucked
that hoe
Now look here, yall aint seen my
watch, its like harlem world video
White
diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I dont
know
Shorty, when tha next time imma be up in
your bed
I love you? you love me?
Well go
head on and gimme some head

Chorus: 2x
(Juvenile)

Loud pipes big rims
Wodie
thats our life
When we pull up at the
club
Sorry thats our night
I know a lot of
haters out there sayin
That thats not
right
But our diamonds are much bigger
So
thats our life

Verse 2: (Baby)
I told
four I need somethin
With some hell of a
ice
Nigga came back with a hell of a
price
That aint nothin
These hoes doin
hella wrong
Callin these niggaz on our cell
phone
Bitch ridin benz on 20 inch
chrome
Gimme the key, the car hoe, and the
alarm
For my prowler, my jag, my benz and my
home
Bitch you'll neva ride 20 inch
chrome
I love to shine, thats why the choppa
is mine
Hit my block in my benz hoe with
stretch tires
Bought a new car that I couldnt
drive
Ordered the tunes before a nigga could
drive
When I put the bose system right behind
my eyes
With the vc's and tv's so a nigga
could shine
With my ice bling bling like a 9
to 5
And tell all my hoes they dont need no
job

Chorus 2x

Verse 3: (B.G)
I
ride the best from a benz to a jag to a beamer to
a lex
Might fly first class on delta,
helicopter or a jet
I'm a stunter, I'm a
reppa
Geezy like to shine
Drink Don, Moet,
and Cris
See thats the finest wine
20
inches is the only thing i sit my shit on
Dont
bring ya bitch around me
Cuz my dick she'll
wanna sit on
And I aint gonna tell her nothin
different
Thats ya issue
But after she come
back
Your best out is not to kiss her
Hoes
sick sayin damn, look at Fresh pinky ring
Look
at BG watch
That bitch blingalingaling
I'm a
ice wearer, trust me, you will neva
See me
sportin nothin that aint 20 g's or betta
Me
and Wayne take the left
Juve and Baby take the
right
Its dark in the room, we hold up our
watches and its light
Cash Money millionaires
livin a hell of a life
Like my nigga weezay
said, we surrounded by ice

Chorus
(2x)

(Lil Wayne)
whoa whoa whoa
Now
im shinin baby glossin
Big tymin stuntin and
flossin
Lamborghini sittin on broaders
With
two more in my garages
Plus a blue and black
ferrari
With nintendo and atari
Man I swear
the car is awesome
Vroom! sorry we lost
em
I'm back
I pull up smellin like dime
sacks and cognac
I leave in the
hummer,
Hour lata I'm flyin back
Whoosh,
private jets about to land
The women fall out
when I let em touch my hand
I get out the
plane into a mercedes benz van
TVs all ova
with chrome 20 inch fans, damn
Got damn
Man
I am
L-I-L, weezy, off the heezy
But still
in all, ice floodin on my watch
And in my
grill and all
Porch blocks front
blocks
Still in all, me and Slim in the
Rover
Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young
soulja

Chorus & talking til fade