B.B. King Freestyle(Explicit)

B.B. King Freestyle (Explicit) - Lil Wayne (李爾·韋恩)/Drake

Lyrics by：Dwayne Carter/Aubrey Graham/Matthew Samuels/Kameron Cole/Alicia Keys

Composed by：Dwayne Carter/Aubrey Graham/Matthew Samuels/Kameron Cole/Alicia Keys

Ayy the blues is now kickin' and dinner is three Michelin

I don't eat red meat but still got beef sizzlin'

Know that I need discipline

I keep singin' for all these h*es they keep listenin'

N***as love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-es

But we are not equivalent dawg

I been an only child don't need siblings

And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in okay

Man if you saw what I flew here you be like "He's sickenin'"

If you not runnin' some top we not gon' keep kickin' it

Classics I keep scribblin' lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin'

Money just keep comin' in

You would think I'm Irish the way that it stays doublin'

I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments

Whatever they're doin' with my cash is very troublin'

Okay February came around I used to get paid shovelin'

Sold clothes walked dogs trust me I stay hustlin'

When it came to school there's no way that I'm A-plus-in' it

So I just dropped out of it trust me I'm not proud of it

N***as get too comfy in they spot they get knocked out of it

N***as get a gun just so they can make props out of it

Shawty make a scene in the house she get locked out of it

Yeah you not 'bout to be chillin' in this b***h with kicked feet up

I'ma make you bounce out this ho like Big Freedia

Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two-liter

First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater

Before that I got the bedroom hot with the space heater

On top of that I didn't have s**t to my name either that's real

But now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world tours

Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure

I might not be good for her but I'm real to her

Got no time for her but give Richard Mille to her

That's the only way I know how to express love

My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove

All them jokes about Aubrey they got me messed up for real

I come with a lot of complications inside me

It's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me

Everyone wants to try me but no ones wants to buy me

Everyone wants to meet me but no one wants to keep me

Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy

Everyone got they hands out and it ain't to reach me

Mhm yeah mhm

Everyone got they glass out let's drink to Weezy

Every n***a that stare me down just came to see me

Choppin' up a lil' cash cow that's steak I'm eatin'

Check deposits high-risers with extra closets

The s*x platonic I talk intelligent text Ebonics

The electronic guitars whinin' that's just Nirvana

Tommy gun on the counter I call it Mr. Thomas

That'll keep n***as honest

I'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massages

That's some more point money these numbers too steep for commas

I'm eye to eye with n***as I can't help but to see beyond them

Got a two-seater problem

N***as thinkin' they cold I knock the flu-season out them

B***hes forget they h*es and that's when Tunechi remind them

I used to f**k Gucci models I'm f**kin' Gucci designers

I keep it 2-G regardless I'm gettin' too deep for divers

Let me resurface I'm flexin' on purpose

She especially curvy bet she be servin' every purpose perfect

I'm better than perfect I'm sick I need to see a medical person

Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses

All I gotta be is all that I can possibly

She really really into me then suck it all up out of me

I'm proud of me I don't know how to be sorry apologies

You f**kin' with my math you better know some trigonometry

'Cause I'ma be bustin' leave your Lima bean at your mama feet

I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes

They say I'm trippin' I guess they wishin' I finally fall

I don't need war I need a b***h that know I'ma need yours

I'ma need more n***as is shifty like Honda Accords

Fire alarm ain't got no ceilings we climbin' the walls

Higher than yours I f**k your b***h and she die in my arms

Lion has roared No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourth

Holla at your boy