(feat. Jae Millz)
[Jae Millz:]
I'm the real, I'm the authinic, the fact, and the truth
It's jae millz brown skin but I black in the booth
And for that green and that white you'll see red
Mushroom bullets hit yo body and they spread
Then yo ass dead no need fo a hospital room or a bed
Just tell his momma get him some nice threads
So at least he'll be a bitch ass nigga dyin in style
He ain't wanna look up to me so now he gotta look down
Somebody better tell em on these beats I'm a beast
Half man half animal like king on tekken I'll wreck em
And yeah young money is what I'm reppin
Respect em or I'll put you on that highway to heaven
Matter of fact pussy get your own lane
With no speed limit so you can get there in a minute
It's dedication three it's no replacin we
That's like askin a group of muslims where that bacon be
Straight grand patron flow it's no chasin we
And that amnesia is what my medication be
That's that amsterdam grade a I'm smokin in the neverlands
So high that I'll probably f*ckin never land bitch
[Lil Wayne:]
Mothaf*ckin psychopath
Young money cavemen
Mothaf*ckin geico ad
Four four bulldog f*ck around and bite yo ass
Shittin on you bitches now let me flush the toilet and wipe my ass
Bitch I'm ballin and I like my cash
Naw I'm lyin I love my dough
Got them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes
But I don't eat pizza I eat pussy
When he wouldn't
Holla at cha gwalla yeah bitch it's me
Kickin mothaf*ckas out the kitchen heat
I'll put you where the fishies sleep
And when they wake you'll be the fishies feast
I'm a shark you see my fin hoe
Bullet leave a hole in ya face not a dimple
Straight from the N.O. it's no problemo
To put a nigga brains on the mothaf*ckin window
Ughh damn right I'm nasty
How I come through in that white aston
With the leather guts and might I add in
It's black o chome like darren mcfadden
And don't be comparin my swag
With all these wack ass niggas that are oh so swagless
Call me mister swag more
Got ya girlfriend open like some f*ckin pores
Or open like some f*ckin doors
Nigga it's f*ck you and I'm f*ckin yours
From the bedroom to tha floor whores
Aint I Video (MV)
Performed By: DJ Drama and Lil Wayne
Written by: Clifford Harris, Djuan Montrel Hart, Leland Sanford Austin, Trumell Clemons
DJ Drama and Lil Wayne - Aint I Lyrics
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(feat. Jae Millz)
[Jae Millz:]
I'm the real, I'm the authinic, the fact, and the truth
It's jae millz brown skin but I black in the booth
And for that green and that white you'll see red
Mushroom bullets hit yo body and they spread
Then yo ass dead no need fo a hospital room or a bed
Just tell his momma get him some nice threads
So at least he'll be a bitch ass nigga dyin in style
He ain't wanna look up to me so now he gotta look down
Somebody better tell em on these beats I'm a beast
Half man half animal like king on tekken I'll wreck em
And yeah young money is what I'm reppin
Respect em or I'll put you on that highway to heaven
Matter of fact pussy get your own lane
With no speed limit so you can get there in a minute
It's dedication three it's no replacin we
That's like askin a group of muslims where that bacon be
Straight grand patron flow it's no chasin we
And that amnesia is what my medication be
That's that amsterdam grade a I'm smokin in the neverlands
So high that I'll probably f*ckin never land bitch
[Lil Wayne:]
Mothaf*ckin psychopath
Young money cavemen
Mothaf*ckin geico ad
Four four bulldog f*ck around and bite yo ass
Shittin on you bitches now let me flush the toilet and wipe my ass
Bitch I'm ballin and I like my cash
Naw I'm lyin I love my dough
Got them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes
But I don't eat pizza I eat pussy
When he wouldn't
Holla at cha gwalla yeah bitch it's me
Kickin mothaf*ckas out the kitchen heat
I'll put you where the fishies sleep
And when they wake you'll be the fishies feast
I'm a shark you see my fin hoe
Bullet leave a hole in ya face not a dimple
Straight from the N.O. it's no problemo
To put a nigga brains on the mothaf*ckin window
Ughh damn right I'm nasty
How I come through in that white aston
With the leather guts and might I add in
It's black o chome like darren mcfadden
And don't be comparin my swag
With all these wack ass niggas that are oh so swagless
Call me mister swag more
Got ya girlfriend open like some f*ckin pores
Or open like some f*ckin doors
Nigga it's f*ck you and I'm f*ckin yours
From the bedroom to tha floor whores
[Jae Millz:]
I'm the real, I'm the authinic, the fact, and the truth
It's jae millz brown skin but I black in the booth
And for that green and that white you'll see red
Mushroom bullets hit yo body and they spread
Then yo ass dead no need fo a hospital room or a bed
Just tell his momma get him some nice threads
So at least he'll be a bitch ass nigga dyin in style
He ain't wanna look up to me so now he gotta look down
Somebody better tell em on these beats I'm a beast
Half man half animal like king on tekken I'll wreck em
And yeah young money is what I'm reppin
Respect em or I'll put you on that highway to heaven
Matter of fact pussy get your own lane
With no speed limit so you can get there in a minute
It's dedication three it's no replacin we
That's like askin a group of muslims where that bacon be
Straight grand patron flow it's no chasin we
And that amnesia is what my medication be
That's that amsterdam grade a I'm smokin in the neverlands
So high that I'll probably f*ckin never land bitch
[Lil Wayne:]
Mothaf*ckin psychopath
Young money cavemen
Mothaf*ckin geico ad
Four four bulldog f*ck around and bite yo ass
Shittin on you bitches now let me flush the toilet and wipe my ass
Bitch I'm ballin and I like my cash
Naw I'm lyin I love my dough
Got them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes
But I don't eat pizza I eat pussy
When he wouldn't
Holla at cha gwalla yeah bitch it's me
Kickin mothaf*ckas out the kitchen heat
I'll put you where the fishies sleep
And when they wake you'll be the fishies feast
I'm a shark you see my fin hoe
Bullet leave a hole in ya face not a dimple
Straight from the N.O. it's no problemo
To put a nigga brains on the mothaf*ckin window
Ughh damn right I'm nasty
How I come through in that white aston
With the leather guts and might I add in
It's black o chome like darren mcfadden
And don't be comparin my swag
With all these wack ass niggas that are oh so swagless
Call me mister swag more
Got ya girlfriend open like some f*ckin pores
Or open like some f*ckin doors
Nigga it's f*ck you and I'm f*ckin yours
From the bedroom to tha floor whores
Writer: Clifford Harris, Djuan Montrel Hart, Leland Sanford Austin, Trumell Clemons
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management