Lil Wayne - The American Dream Lyrics
Lil Wayne Lyrics
The American Dream Lyrics
[Mike Tyson: talking]
Uhhn! like mutha'f*ck all yawl
Mr.Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all yawl
Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches
I'm the Dream machine I mean King vision
I can see through yo scene like clear screen
Hear me? to a lion you are just deer meat
Fear god fear me siry us us
Pe pi them try them and die when I say so
Weezy F hardful red go like Craig go
It's all gravy tryna build like Lego's
Betta "Let Go My Ego! " with some breakfast on the table
Yea! n I don't kno how fake feel nigga cause all my life I been a real nigga
F*ck ya girlfriend f*ck ya hommie too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit
And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a marksmen too
And you're the target "oops! "
And everything gets better in time and time is forever
And mutha'f*cka it's my time and I'm better
[Mike Tyson: talking]
Hoe I go so hard
I'm so gone my I.D is a Post Card
I travel like b-ball with no calls
I play my roll and listen out for the roll ball
This is a movie and every movie must go off
But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say wat up blood! what da lick read!? !
5 star general and the 6 peed
Still hood like thick cheese bitch please
Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze
Niggas betta trim trees
Simply shoot yours empty if b turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
Folla me! a part of me!
F*ck around n see a whole notha side of me
I separate yo body with them hollow tips by allergies
Photographies, picture me in yo bedroom with a mask on
Pistol to yo head while you puttin yo pants on
Every man on offense single-tary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit
That is how I keeps it R.I.P Beepsy
I do it how I do it cause I kno my niggas see me
And I'm a hold it down bitch hope that crown fit
The boy got a flow that you can drown in
When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt
Young Carter no floss that was so raw ohw!
[Mike Tyson: talking]
HAHAUHWH!
F*ckin right I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers or Sonia
Mortal Kombat Street Fightin like E-Honda
Murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya wats reallly!
Are ya plastic?, gasoline on ya contract
F*ck a pen I need a match f*ck a bitch I need a patch of bitches
Yawl niggas act like a bunch of bitches blood bitches we be in there tubed up
Blood bitches young niggas young money young niggas f*ck pistols
We at yo window with scud mistles Young Carter!
Big nuts and they hung further than ya father's
Uhahaha!
[Mike Tyson: talking]
Uhhn! like mutha'f*ck all yawl
Mr.Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all yawl
Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches
I'm the Dream machine I mean King vision
I can see through yo scene like clear screen
Hear me? to a lion you are just deer meat
Fear god fear me siry us us
Pe pi them try them and die when I say so
Weezy F hardful red go like Craig go
It's all gravy tryna build like Lego's
Betta "Let Go My Ego! " with some breakfast on the table
Yea! n I don't kno how fake feel nigga cause all my life I been a real nigga
F*ck ya girlfriend f*ck ya hommie too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit
And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a marksmen too
And you're the target "oops! "
And everything gets better in time and time is forever
And mutha'f*cka it's my time and I'm better
[Mike Tyson: talking]
Hoe I go so hard
I'm so gone my I.D is a Post Card
I travel like b-ball with no calls
I play my roll and listen out for the roll ball
This is a movie and every movie must go off
But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say wat up blood! what da lick read!? !
5 star general and the 6 peed
Still hood like thick cheese bitch please
Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze
Niggas betta trim trees
Simply shoot yours empty if b turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
Folla me! a part of me!
F*ck around n see a whole notha side of me
I separate yo body with them hollow tips by allergies
Photographies, picture me in yo bedroom with a mask on
Pistol to yo head while you puttin yo pants on
Every man on offense single-tary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit
That is how I keeps it R.I.P Beepsy
I do it how I do it cause I kno my niggas see me
And I'm a hold it down bitch hope that crown fit
The boy got a flow that you can drown in
When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt
Young Carter no floss that was so raw ohw!
[Mike Tyson: talking]
HAHAUHWH!
F*ckin right I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers or Sonia
Mortal Kombat Street Fightin like E-Honda
Murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya wats reallly!
Are ya plastic?, gasoline on ya contract
F*ck a pen I need a match f*ck a bitch I need a patch of bitches
Yawl niggas act like a bunch of bitches blood bitches we be in there tubed up
Blood bitches young niggas young money young niggas f*ck pistols
We at yo window with scud mistles Young Carter!
Big nuts and they hung further than ya father's
Uhahaha!
[Mike Tyson: talking]
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