If I Die Today AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

If I Die Today AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne]
Fo' fo' bulldog, my muthaf*cking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthaf*cker fetch
I'm f*cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p*ssy, mouth and ass, call that b*tch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call or collect
But if she get greedy, Imma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset, been f*cking the world n*gga and I aint cum yet!
You f*ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n*ggas with a reality cheque
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a b*tch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
And AK47 is my f*cking address, huh

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car (hoa, hoa)
I got a chopper in the car (hoa, hoa)
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick Ross]
Big black n*gga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow b*tch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a b*tch n*gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a n*gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car (hoa, hoa)
I got a chopper in the car (hoa, hoa)
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, b*tch I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f*cking with a n*gga who don't give a f*ck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
P*ssy n*ggas sweet, you n*ggas center bun
I'm in a red b*tch, she said she finna cum
200 though on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB!
Bitch ass n*gga, p*ssy ass n*gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n*gga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever!
The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch goin' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini til I gave it to my b*tch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
N*ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f*cking up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf*ckin huddle up

[Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah