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Lil Wayne - Yeah [Hottest Nigga Under The Sun] Lyrics

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Published on Mar 8, 2009

Wayne talking:
YEAH,
Cut the music up in the headphones please.
That's more like it.


Verse:
Uh, uh, uh, YEAH.
This that rock with me music,
Buck with me music,
Baby, come to my pad and
fuck with me music,
fuckin with me music,
fuck with me lose your life,
I would like to prove it,
but that's why i got goonin.
Ever since a junior,
i been on that bullshit.
You know like a fireplace,
that's how hot it would get.
So santa come your ass down the chimney,
behind my kids i leave your gift bag empty,
riff raff plenty, yea that what ya'll do.
I got two tech-9's,
should i text or call you?
Ha ha,
motha fucka i'll kill all you,
put the pump to ya ear and
pump up the volume.
Knock out a tall dude,
bare her the fat boy.
I fucked the teacher,
and stomp on the frat boy.
I don't believe in preachers
and i never been a choir boy,
but my pockets do hit
high notes like Mariah, boy.
Yeah, i keep my angel on like Mia boy,
then i pull it out and give you wings,
watch me flya boy.
Used to be a hot boy,
now I'm a fire boy,
I'm talkin fire like rubbin cardaroy.
Oops, i meant cordaroy, Carter boy,
stuntin like my father boy, flow like waterboy.
Even though i got a voice
like your boy on water boy,
they pay a ton like my first name is Walter, boy.
Sweetness, but see you'd rather salt a boy,
but i'll put that pep in your step like Walter, boy.
Church, and Weezy F.'s the alter boy,
and yes, i am a dog,
now watch me catapult a boy.
Yeah, i'm extra ultra,
yes, a vulture.
Catch you walkin,
next you talkin til the morn'
bout extra coffins, HA.
Yeah, I'm hyped like my wife
made extra coffee,
man, my wife be a-OK,
I'm tryin to shake them X's off me, HA.
What it is, I'm back on my bizz,
and I put that on the threads
on the back of my kids.
Made that M-11 be attached to my ribs,
and the bullets that i give, be attached to his.
I'm back motha fucka,
I'm back motha fucka,
besides Barack,
I'm one hell of a black motha fucka.
Ya Dig?
Fuck every fish in the river,
hop off my love boat
for every fish in the river, nigga.
Yeah, and when you in that trunk,
do you quiver, nigga?
Cut the music up,
so we can hit a nigga.
And then we burn the car, with the nigga,
burned him so bad,
they can't tell if it is a nigga.
Leave your body lookin like a lizard, nigga.
My ma as chef,
do you wanna be for dinner, nigga?
I'm at the finish like what's up
with these beginner niggas?
I'm a winner nigga,
but now a then, a nigga.
Shout out to Nas to help
me tap into my inner nigga,
and nigga or not,
we are all centers, nigga,
so please forgive me if i have to kill a nigga,
and the president is still a nigga.

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