Quotable Lyrics On Lil Wayne
This New Orleans milly-rock
Let Amille rock
You ain’t woe woe, don’t really rock
Evidently not, brrrr
As sad, Lil Wayne’s Freestyle over Playboi Carti’s have been rapidly becoming popular “Magnolia“. The rapper surprised his fans with the new song on youtube even though the title does not well form.
On Instagram, Weezy wrote he is still fighting for freedom but today he said “Fuk it” is giving my fans them new song for they have been patient enough to wait. This song appears to be one of his new song from Carter V album.
Lil Wayne
“Magnolia”
Uhhh
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants in my sock
She runnin’ from the c*ck and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, stuntin’ on the block
This New Orleans, milly rock
Let ’em milly rock
You ain’t woe, don’t really rock
Evidently not, brrrr
Yeah, tell ’em it’s the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I’m higher than my socks
Twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did a show with Ja
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them b*tches found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Starin’ at the clock, commissary stopped
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon’ drop
The b*tches’ drawers gon’ drop, and then the call’s gon’ drop
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I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these b*tches got a*s
How did they get it so fast?
They ain’t have that in the past, I still smash
In L.A. they gettin’ shots, b*tch I know the docs
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your b*tch know where we dock.(magnolia)
Hollup, I ain’t from the ‘Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Solja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeahhh.
And I, f*ck, these, h**s
If, I, don’t, doze
Off, on, that, drank
If I, do, b*tch you to blame, coochie lame
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank, take lil’ bank, you know the game
All these b*tches want Young Carter, Young Carter
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Woo, all of your b*tches, they poof
All of my b*tches, they’re new
They got more b*tches than you
All of these h**s is gon’ loose
But my b*tch keep me in the loop
She blow me like hot Campbell’s soup
My woadies come out like a troop
Innocent bystander, oops
Ain’t tryin’, I find out your fruits
I’m in a pineapple coupe
Passin’ you up like juke
Turnin’ heads like a screw
Give that ho a tip
Enough to buy a whip
Give that ho some sip
She fall asleep, I dip
I’m rich, b*tch
Money, Mitch
What’s in that, bag?
14, bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Used to, used to drive a Masi’
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many h**s, they call me John Thotty
Tell your b*tch I’m Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
I’m kamikaze-in’ you niggas, Ronda Rousey
It’s New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
Oreo Jordans, the ones that haven’t dropped, uh
Waitin’ for Carter 5 to drop, uh
It’s the, it’s the Roc, uh
Tell them b*tches it’s the Roc, yeah, yeah
I’m throwin’ up the Roc, yeahhh.
I ain’t from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Solja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeahhh.
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