Lil Wayne - Typa Way

[Intro: Lil Wayne] My niggas been stuntin' since way back when CNN, I got news for you haters I'm a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch I ain't lying 69, that's a favor for a favor [Bridge: Lil Wayne] Them hoes bitin' they lip Cause when I say shit like that she feel some type of way I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back I hit it all type of ways She throw it at me like I'm just one strike away Sometimes life is hard to swallow, but she like to taste Dingdingdingdingding my lawyer fight the case I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase Monsters in my closet no more closet space Niggas want to be this fly, too many flights to take [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a water-park Every little thing I do turn her on, that's autostart I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art I'm way too high, her skirt too short I think I love her, it was just a thought I pop up in that coupe 'bout to go back to the future And she said, "Tune, not in my mouth," damn you should've said it sooner I be shittin' on these niggas, like I'm sippin' Metamucil And we smokin' on that gas, pass it like "excuse you" And it's 6-6-2's Piru all day my nigga Before these niggas play with us, they'll play dead, my nigga And if you lookin' for me I'll be on these bitches mind These niggas chicken and I've never seen a chicken fly My bitch been fussin' at me about nothin' Ain't no tellin' what she'd do if I replace her Like bae, I'm straight there's plenty fish and I'm bait We can't even have a decent conversation [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I pop the seal on my sip and she be like, "See, you gon' drink your life away" Bitch it's my life, my life, my life shout out Mary J And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake And old folks get shot too, they write down license plates I hope that ho don't call sayin' her cycle late All this fuck ain't gotta stop, but I need tighter brakes And don't run from this dick girl, I don't like to chase I wax that ass, she make that Mr. Miyagi face And she ain't all that pretty, but I like her shape They say numbers don't lie, she shaped like a 8 She say she ain't no dyke, but she gon' dyke today It's curtains for these niggas I feel like some drapes. We turnt up niggas, burnt up, stop the microwave This shit might cost us our life, but that's the price we pay I'm hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate This that Dedication 5, whattup 5? [Verse 3: T.I.] Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man! Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it Anything we'll do for the paper And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't Got nothin' but a tool for a hater (Spent 100K on my wrist nigga!) This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!) Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!) The car I'm drivin' make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!) The cash I gettin' make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!) This type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga!) That shit ain't hot, we out here poppin' that's all I can say (G.D.O.D!) My only problem is tryin' to decide what I'mma drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga!) We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib get dressed I plan on having a nicer day When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay You know me dog, so watch what you say (You better watch your mouth!) We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swe