Fly Out

Текст песни Lil Wayne - Fly Out <br/> [Lil Wayne]<br />We here<br />I said we here<br />The back of Tha Carter<br />The back of Tha Carter....Two....Ooooh<br />Yea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two people<br />HEY! HaHa.Yea<br /><br />( )<br />[Verse 1]<br />I got the game on ball and chain<br />I threw the key in the train<br />I&#039;m like the key in the truck<br />I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless<br />Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic<br />Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine<br />Say my name and die in the daytime<br />You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton<br />Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond<br />I&#039;m in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign<br />Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times<br />A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever<br />Tell them pussy niggaz come together<br />Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga<br />Six feet under flowers, you ain&#039;t nothing but a petal nigga<br />I&#039;m just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga<br />Thirty years old, shit that&#039;ll be a different nigga<br />Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin<br />But she ain&#039;t really trippin, &#039;cause the pots is piston<br />Them niggaz trippin, until the shots whistling&#039;<br />Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention<br />I gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitches<br />As long as she don&#039;t worry &#039;bout the coke in the kitchen<br />No preventing the crime, I gotta get it<br />I&#039;m admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin<br />There you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkin<br />Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin<br />This is the future and crime is to no one<br />I live everyday like this is the sure one<br />Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean<br />Stand in the heat, &#039;til the mother fuckin snow come<br />And it feels so fuckin good<br />Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull<br />No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches<br />Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there&#039;s a fortune<br />Come and get it, automatics in motion<br />We bangin for the bread nigga, even the molded<br />I got my loaf, I got my toast<br />Chaperone of the south, I got my coast. Yea