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Run This Town
by Lil Wayne
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[Lil Wayne]
No celiing
Yeah
Hehee
Ima run this town tonight
Nigga we are
So ready for the war
C-A-R-T-E-R
Put the beat in ER
I'm colder than B-R
Add another 3 R’s
Watch me like D-V-D, V-C-R
Pump to your chest I aint talkin' CPR
Riding this track like a muthafucking street car
New Orleans coroner
His name is Frank Minyard
F-ck with me wrong, you’ll be waking up in his yard
Man I go crazy on the beat I go Nimrod
Man I act a ass, treat the beat like a hemorrhoid
Man I go to work on the beat, call it employ
Man I kicks it, b-tch get your shin guard
Uh, young money run this towns, countries
I still eat rappers, hmm, scrumptious
My goons tote thumpers
They pop em like crumpers
Anybody beat, Im gon' go archie bonkers
Tunchie be the wildest, lets run the metropolis
I pop like lollies, you drop like eyelids
The money keep calling, I hear this sh-t dialling
And they say money talks you can hear my sh-t holler’n
You softer than nalin, oops I meant nylon
Perfection is the goal, and I’m heading to the pylon
Crown fit me good
I ain’t even got to try on
My pistol mean business, that bitch should have a tie on
T told me do this sh-t so I had to do this sh-t
I get super hero money, call a nigga super rich
Keep it super for a while, lemme get on my super sh-t
Super ill, super sick
Dog, I go super Vick
Ran into a super women, turned into a super bitch
Hit her with that super d-ck, she be coming super quick
Super Mills, Mack, Tyga, Streets, Nelly, Super Nick
Super Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckie, Twist thats the super clique
Now I’m off that super shit
F-ck that sh-t I super quit
Running circles round a gang like a hula hoop an’ sh-t
Your gon' have to loop this sh-t
That won’t be a duplicate
And my blunts be super thick
I'm higher than a super kick
I’m the bomb baby, watch me nuke this sh-t
When I leave the booth, they gotta scoop this sh-t
My apologies, diabolically
I’m the prodigy
Do you roger me
I look in the flames and see the hotter me
But how come I’m still colder than commonly
Yeah we run this town, like a lot of feet
Young Mula Baby
I'm proud of me
(proud of me)
[Lil Wayne]
No celiing
Yeah
Hehee
Ima run this town tonight
Nigga we are
So ready for the war
C-A-R-T-E-R
Put the beat in ER
I'm colder than B-R
Add another 3 R’s
Watch me like D-V-D, V-C-R
Pump to your chest I aint talkin' CPR
Riding this track like a muthafucking street car
New Orleans coroner
His name is Frank Minyard
F-ck with me wrong, you’ll be waking up in his yard
Man I go crazy on the beat I go Nimrod
Man I act a ass, treat the beat like a hemorrhoid
Man I go to work on the beat, call it employ
Man I kicks it, b-tch get your shin guard
Uh, young money run this towns, countries
I still eat rappers, hmm, scrumptious
My goons tote thumpers
They pop em like crumpers
Anybody beat, Im gon' go archie bonkers
Tunchie be the wildest, lets run the metropolis
I pop like lollies, you drop like eyelids
The money keep calling, I hear this sh-t dialling
And they say money talks you can hear my sh-t holler’n
You softer than nalin, oops I meant nylon
Perfection is the goal, and I’m heading to the pylon
Crown fit me good
I ain’t even got to try on
My pistol mean business, that bitch should have a tie on
T told me do this sh-t so I had to do this sh-t
I get super hero money, call a nigga super rich
Keep it super for a while, lemme get on my super sh-t
Super ill, super sick
Dog, I go super Vick
Ran into a super women, turned into a super bitch
Hit her with that super d-ck, she be coming super quick
Super Mills, Mack, Tyga, Streets, Nelly, Super Nick
Super Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckie, Twist thats the super clique
Now I’m off that super shit
F-ck that sh-t I super quit
Running circles round a gang like a hula hoop an’ sh-t
Your gon' have to loop this sh-t
That won’t be a duplicate
And my blunts be super thick
I'm higher than a super kick
I’m the bomb baby, watch me nuke this sh-t
When I leave the booth, they gotta scoop this sh-t
My apologies, diabolically
I’m the prodigy
Do you roger me
I look in the flames and see the hotter me
But how come I’m still colder than commonly
Yeah we run this town, like a lot of feet
Young Mula Baby
I'm proud of me
(proud of me)