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Lil Wayne - Upgrade U Freestyle Lyrics



Lil Wayne - Upgrade U Freestyle Lyrics
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Yessir
Three
Ha, I love this shit
So let me talk my shit, know what I mean? Haha
Okay, I'm good
Yeah

I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't got these on
Bitch, holla, it is Lil Weezy
They cannot see me, they are like Stevie
I am bearing a ton like Levy
I circle your house like BB
Colder than the heebie-jeebies, never give freebies
Seventy-five thousand for these Vs, shit
I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans
Big stacks, my pockets on creatine
Young Money, Dipset, nigga, we a team
If you don't like it, nigga, f*ck you, no Vaseline
Err! I peel off in the Lamborghini, like a tangerine
Got the engine straight shaking like a tambourine
Like a bitch with some lips like Angelin-
-A Jolie, Holy God flow, I go where no other guy go
F*ck you, ho, I'm so 5-0-4, I hope every snitch die slow
Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know
She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho
Alright, bitch, I am the boy, no decoy
And I will straight up destroy any boy or man
And I prefer money then bitches, or just reefer
We are Young Money, bitch, and I am the leader
He are Curren$y, Mack Maine, and D-Raw
And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj
And me, I'm still spitting like a retard
And these niggas soft, they should be rapping in leotards
Nigga, we in charge, Baby put me in charge
And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge
You dig? Just holler back, I see you, Sarge
I'm so motherf*ckin' high, I can eat a star
Yeah, let me upgrade you
You may not be a model, but I can front-page you
You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior
Let me just taste you, we can f*ck later
Sitting in the coupe, lookin' like a racer
Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some bullet holes the size of craters
You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest
Battle anybody, nigga, f*ck whoever your favorite
It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery
Leave it to the flow, we getting dough like the bakery
I don't really want to, but these niggas making me
Put a motherf*cker on ice like the Maple Leafs
That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team
But I'm a champion, where's the f*cking Rocky theme?
Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed
I'm a monster, every day is Halloween
A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed
And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas
And if you're hating, baby, you can get a side of these
These nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow, please? Haha
Yeah, I'm so hot, I freeze
Big balls, and they jangle like a lot of keys
Even deaf bitches say "Hi" to me
She tell her blind bitch, and she say, "I gotta see"
Young Carter, darling
Understand, I am Michael Jordan ballin', yes
I'm a dog, I'm a Hoya, homie
I'm a boss, your man's just an employer, mami

Let me upgrade you
Ha, let me upgrade you
Upgrade you, ah
Ah
Weezy
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Yessir
Three
Ha, I love this shit
So let me talk my shit, know what I mean? Haha
Okay, I'm good
Yeah

I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't got these on
Bitch, holla, it is Lil Weezy
They cannot see me, they are like Stevie
I am bearing a ton like Levy
I circle your house like BB
Colder than the heebie-jeebies, never give freebies
Seventy-five thousand for these Vs, shit
I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans
Big stacks, my pockets on creatine
Young Money, Dipset, nigga, we a team
If you don't like it, nigga, f*ck you, no Vaseline
Err! I peel off in the Lamborghini, like a tangerine
Got the engine straight shaking like a tambourine
Like a bitch with some lips like Angelin-
-A Jolie, Holy God flow, I go where no other guy go
F*ck you, ho, I'm so 5-0-4, I hope every snitch die slow
Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know
She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho
Alright, bitch, I am the boy, no decoy
And I will straight up destroy any boy or man
And I prefer money then bitches, or just reefer
We are Young Money, bitch, and I am the leader
He are Curren$y, Mack Maine, and D-Raw
And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj
And me, I'm still spitting like a retard
And these niggas soft, they should be rapping in leotards
Nigga, we in charge, Baby put me in charge
And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge
You dig? Just holler back, I see you, Sarge
I'm so motherf*ckin' high, I can eat a star
Yeah, let me upgrade you
You may not be a model, but I can front-page you
You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior
Let me just taste you, we can f*ck later
Sitting in the coupe, lookin' like a racer
Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some bullet holes the size of craters
You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest
Battle anybody, nigga, f*ck whoever your favorite
It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery
Leave it to the flow, we getting dough like the bakery
I don't really want to, but these niggas making me
Put a motherf*cker on ice like the Maple Leafs
That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team
But I'm a champion, where's the f*cking Rocky theme?
Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed
I'm a monster, every day is Halloween
A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed
And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas
And if you're hating, baby, you can get a side of these
These nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow, please? Haha
Yeah, I'm so hot, I freeze
Big balls, and they jangle like a lot of keys
Even deaf bitches say "Hi" to me
She tell her blind bitch, and she say, "I gotta see"
Young Carter, darling
Understand, I am Michael Jordan ballin', yes
I'm a dog, I'm a Hoya, homie
I'm a boss, your man's just an employer, mami

Let me upgrade you
Ha, let me upgrade you
Upgrade you, ah
Ah
Weezy
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Writer: Solange Knowles, Willie James Clarke, Beyonce Knowles, Makeba Riddick, Clarence Henry Reid, Shawn Carter, Angela Beyince, Sean Garrett
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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