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Lil Wayne - I'm Me (Instrumental)

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Uploaded by on Oct 2, 2009

Beat for I'm Me by Lil Wayne... taken from both 1000 Degrees and Tha Carter III.

LYRICS:

[Intro:]
The hottest... under the sun
Ain't nobody xxxxxxx with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin
Hey it's Cash Money Records man
The law in this game

[Verse 1:]
Un-fuckin believable, Little Wayne's the president
Fuck em, xxxx em, xxxx em
Even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy
It's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch
Call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him
Bury him, I know one day they gotta bury him
But I lock my casket tight baby so I don't let the devil in
Nigga, it's just me and my guitar
Yea, xxxxx I'm heavy metal-ing
You can get to xxxxxx Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court, take your life for the settlement
Yes, I'm the best. and no I ain't positive, I'm definate
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the new testament
And I'm the god, and this is what I bless them with

[Hook:]
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire

[Verse 2:]
Junior
It's cash money over everything
It's in my blood I feel it runnning in every vein
I'm from the mud I am a missle like the stud
What's really good, I'm about to ruckus like fud
And I stay on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fuckin' birmman like a log
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a billion
Cash Money million, hier to the throne
Going at the head is like hair and a comb
Sittin by the window, I just stare at the stone
Knowin' I might get through it like hair and a comb
Know money over bitches, my niggas trust my sisters
And I will take or trash it with the lord as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

[Hook:]
That I'm me I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire

[Verse 3:]
Last year they had the grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies
I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flew lethal weapon book em' danny
I'm a monster I tell you monster wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's pain
Let's go, niggas don't see me cause I'm better than both
The only time I will depend is when I'm seventy years old
That's when I can't hold my xxxx within so I xxxx on myself
Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I'm tryna tell you like I saying something
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And there ain't nothin gonna stop me
So just envy it, hey, I'll accept a friendly quit.
(ha) yea

[Hook:]
I'm me, I'm me. Bitch, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I am a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire

[Outro:]
The hottest... under the sun
Ain't nobody xxxxxxx with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin
Hey it's Cash Money Records man
The law in this game

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  • Lol at all the losers writing crap here, move on people, nothing to see here

  • behind bars got me writin bars glancin tru a slim crack 2 see stars fortune fame nd foreign cars swear wen i get out ima bust out like da first album eminem droped! hitm hard nd bust out like a new clip's first shot! prisonbreak mentallity ima bust out nd holla fuk every cop! u alredy know pimpn real recognize real fakes is eye 2 eye wit my steal ya feel I only take headshots load da patrone I make bones snap crackle nd pop they soft im hard like rock suburbs or da block werever iam always hot

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  • I see a rat

    I see a cat

    The cat ate the rat

    Nigga..(:

  • higher than an angel crazier then a demon girls swallowing siemen im beaming im hi so fucking right nigga im tight like pussy on a baby im crazy nigga wus up fuck you get stuck nigga im me im be you C then means you after me you not coming before like A does im sucking on ya moms a cups bitch give up nigga im to fucking much nigga im so head of my time that my parents havent met yet got that form big l smoking on a big l well im to much daddy fuck yu mom fuck you brother im so alone im geting st

  • sitting back thinkin wat am gon do with my life now, make a million bucks and go ball out around town, but in the mean time between time while still in my prime sit back with a pen and a paper writting lines like how am gonna do this shit should i really wake up quick then i think to my self fuck it this aint a dream so let me stick with it seee my words r venomous my flow is ridiculous damn thats a great combination isnt it..

  • anybody know a sound kit that contains that "wowwwowwoww" sound. Its like a funk guitar or something. preciate it

  • (cont)

    watch him the floor makin headlines/ not in yo hood its in the square thats makin times/ its new york we spittin rhymes like its our pasttime

    gettin pot n smokin dope/ runnin from the police like cantalope/ pigs makin you walk the tightrope/ u just wanna go home with your girl and elope

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