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Lil Wayne - U Not Me Lyrics




[Intro:]
The hottest,.. nigga. under the sun.
(Damn, shit!) [Bird calls]
(Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me, MAN.)
H-h-hey, You already know that pimpin'. YUH.
(Cash money records where dreams come true)
F*ck up my dreams? [Bird calls] (Somebody gon' die tonight)
H-h-hey, you already know that pimpin'.
(Ay! it's Cash Money Records, man a lawless gang.)

AHH!

[Verse 1:]
Unf*ckin-believable, Little Wayne's the president
F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money till the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
Better lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in
Nigga it's just me and my guitar, yeah bitch I'm Heavy medalin
And you can get the f*cking Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court, and take your life for the settlement
Yes, I'm the best, and no I ain't positive, I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffing it, this is Tha Carter! Tha Carter 3!
The New Testaments! And I'm the God, and this is what I'm blessing with

[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me! I'm me! I'm me! I'm me!
Baby I'm me! So who you? U not me! U not me!
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care.
I'm a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care.
I'm a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
YEAH! (Echoes)

[Pause] Junior! [Bird call]

[Verse 2:]
It's Cash Money over every thaaang
It's in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I'm from the mud, I am a missle like Scud
What's really good? I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the f*cking Birdman like-a lung
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams, to you
I shall forever give thanks like a Pilgrim
Cash Money million, heir to the throne
Going at they heads like hair in a comb
Sitting by the window I just stare at the stone
Know I'm a get through it like hair in a comb
Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take a measure as the Lord is my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed, and let your eyes listen

[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me! I'm me! I'm me! I'm me!
Baby I'm me! So who you? U not me! U not me!
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care.
I'm a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
I KNOW that ain't fair, but I don't care!
I'm STILL a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
BITCH! [Echoes]

[Pause] LAST YEAR

[Verse 3:]
They had the grammies and left me in Miami
Sleepin' on a nigga like I'm rappin' in my jammies
I'm rappin' when you sleep, I was rappin' when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em Danny
I'm a monster I tell you, monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the House's pain
F*ck with me, I will peel like the house's paint
Let's go! NIGGAS THEY WON'T SEE ME I'm better and bold
THE ONLY TIME I WILL BE Depend IS WHEN I'm 70-YEARS-OLD
THAT'S WHEN I CAN'T HOLD MY SHIT WITHIN, SO I SHIT ON MYSELF
BECAUSE I'm SO SICK AND TIRED OF SHITTING ON ERR'BODY ELSE
I TRIED TO TELL YOU LIKE I'm SAYIN' SOMETHIN'
I'm FROM THE DIRTY LIKE THE BOTTOM OF MY PANTS cuffed
AND THERE NOTHIN' DON'T STOP ME SO JUST ENVY IT
Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit

[Chorus:]
... Yeah, I'm me! I'm me! Bitch I'm me!
Baby I'm me! So who you? F*ck you! U not me!
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care.
I'm a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
I KNOW that ain't fair, but I don't care!
I AM a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
BITCH! [Echoes]

Eff...

[Outro:]
The hottest, hottest... under the sun.
(Damn, shit!) [Bird calls]
(Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me, MAN.)
H-h-hey, You already know that pimpin'.
(Cash money records where dreams come true)
(Somebody gon' die tonight)
H-h-hey, you already know that pimpin'.
(Ay! it's Cash Money Records, man a lawless gang.)
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[Intro:]
The hottest,.. nigga. under the sun.
(Damn, shit!) [Bird calls]
(Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me, MAN.)
H-h-hey, You already know that pimpin'. YUH.
(Cash money records where dreams come true)
F*ck up my dreams? [Bird calls] (Somebody gon' die tonight)
H-h-hey, you already know that pimpin'.
(Ay! it's Cash Money Records, man a lawless gang.)

AHH!

[Verse 1:]
Unf*ckin-believable, Little Wayne's the president
F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money till the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
Better lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in
Nigga it's just me and my guitar, yeah bitch I'm Heavy medalin
And you can get the f*cking Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court, and take your life for the settlement
Yes, I'm the best, and no I ain't positive, I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffing it, this is Tha Carter! Tha Carter 3!
The New Testaments! And I'm the God, and this is what I'm blessing with

[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me! I'm me! I'm me! I'm me!
Baby I'm me! So who you? U not me! U not me!
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care.
I'm a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care.
I'm a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
YEAH! (Echoes)

[Pause] Junior! [Bird call]

[Verse 2:]
It's Cash Money over every thaaang
It's in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I'm from the mud, I am a missle like Scud
What's really good? I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the f*cking Birdman like-a lung
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams, to you
I shall forever give thanks like a Pilgrim
Cash Money million, heir to the throne
Going at they heads like hair in a comb
Sitting by the window I just stare at the stone
Know I'm a get through it like hair in a comb
Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take a measure as the Lord is my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed, and let your eyes listen

[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm me! I'm me! I'm me! I'm me!
Baby I'm me! So who you? U not me! U not me!
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care.
I'm a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
I KNOW that ain't fair, but I don't care!
I'm STILL a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
BITCH! [Echoes]

[Pause] LAST YEAR

[Verse 3:]
They had the grammies and left me in Miami
Sleepin' on a nigga like I'm rappin' in my jammies
I'm rappin' when you sleep, I was rappin' when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em Danny
I'm a monster I tell you, monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the House's pain
F*ck with me, I will peel like the house's paint
Let's go! NIGGAS THEY WON'T SEE ME I'm better and bold
THE ONLY TIME I WILL BE Depend IS WHEN I'm 70-YEARS-OLD
THAT'S WHEN I CAN'T HOLD MY SHIT WITHIN, SO I SHIT ON MYSELF
BECAUSE I'm SO SICK AND TIRED OF SHITTING ON ERR'BODY ELSE
I TRIED TO TELL YOU LIKE I'm SAYIN' SOMETHIN'
I'm FROM THE DIRTY LIKE THE BOTTOM OF MY PANTS cuffed
AND THERE NOTHIN' DON'T STOP ME SO JUST ENVY IT
Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit

[Chorus:]
... Yeah, I'm me! I'm me! Bitch I'm me!
Baby I'm me! So who you? F*ck you! U not me!
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care.
I'm a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
I KNOW that ain't fair, but I don't care!
I AM a mother f*cking Cash Money millionaire!
BITCH! [Echoes]

Eff...

[Outro:]
The hottest, hottest... under the sun.
(Damn, shit!) [Bird calls]
(Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me, MAN.)
H-h-hey, You already know that pimpin'.
(Cash money records where dreams come true)
(Somebody gon' die tonight)
H-h-hey, you already know that pimpin'.
(Ay! it's Cash Money Records, man a lawless gang.)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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