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      Right Above It (Feat. Drake)

      Right Above It (Feat. Drake)

      Lil Wayne

      Album: I Am Not A Human Being

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      Lil Wayne - Right Above It (Feat. Drake) Música y Letra

      [Lil Wayne]
      Now tell me how you love it
      You know you're at the top when only heaven’s right above it
      We onnnn
      ‘Cause we onnnn
      
      [Drake]
      Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I’m with
      Marley G, bro
      Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
      And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
      This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
      And uh, my real friends never hearin’ from me
      Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
      That’s why I pick and choose, I don’t get shit confused
      I got a small circle, I’m not with different crews
      
      We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
      Live in the same building, but we got different views
      I got a couple cars I never get to use
      Don’t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
      
      And these days all the girls is down to roll
      I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
      Plus I been sippin’, so this shit is movin’ kinda slow
      Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it’s time to go
      
      [Lil Wayne]
      Now tell me how you love it
      You know you´re at the top when only heaven’s right above it
      We on
      It’s Young Money, motherfucker
      If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
      
      Now somebody show some money in this bitch
      And I got my B’s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
      I got my gun in my boo purse
      And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first
      
      Meet me on the fresh train
      Yes, I’m in the building, you just on the list of guest names
      And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games
      Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
      And I smoke ’til I got chest pains
      And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
      Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
      I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin’ plane
      Skinny pants and some Vans
      Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen
      As the world spin and dance in my hands
      Life is a beach, I’m just playin’ in the sand
      Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
      You niggas can’t see me, but never overlook me
      I’m on the paper trail, it ain’t no tellin’ where it took me
      Yeah, and I ain’t a killa, but don’t push me
      
      Now tell me how you love it
      You know you´re at the top when only heaven’s right above it
      We on
      It’s Young Money, motherfucker
      If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
      
      Now somebody show some money in this bitch
      And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
      I got my gun in my boo purse
      And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first
      
      Uh, how do he say what’s never said?
      Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
      Limpin’ off tour ’cause I made more off my second leg
      Ma’fuckin’ Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
      Ball on automatic start
      I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
      Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
      We in the building, you niggas in apartments
      No-now, c’mon, be my blood donor
      Flo’ so nice, you ain’t gotta put a rug on her
      Do it big, and let the small fall under that
      Damn, where you stumbled out? From where they make gumbo at
      Kane got the fuckin’ beat jumpin’ like a jumping jack
      But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
      Hip-hop, I’m the heart of that, nigga, nothin’ short of that
      President Carter, Young Money Democrat
      
      Now tell me how you love it
      You know you're at the top when only heaven’s right above it
      We on
      It’s Young Money, motherfucker
      If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
      
      Now somebody show some money in this bitch
      And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch,
      ya dig? (Soo woo!)
      I got my gun in my boo purse
      And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first

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