Mona Lisa 2018 Lil Wayne; Kendrick Lamar
TrekMona Lisa

Artis: Lil Wayne; Kendrick Lamar

Album: Tha Carter V

Waktu rilis: 28-09-2018

I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee

Hope it ain't too many feelings involved

I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles

Getting drunk with these bitches

And when they leave, they get followed

Fall asleep with that bitch

And really don't know much about her

Then she let us in, we take all of your shit

And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it

I be with bitches that be with bitches

That be with niggas with riches

I tell her, 'Get 'em', she say, 'I got you',

I say, 'No, bitch, I say get 'im'

And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy,

He hit it and sleep on her titties

And she give us the word, we come through

And in case it is a stick up, she scream like a victim

Now you, feeling so celie

I smoke colour purple

I'm up in here feeling like silly (ooh)

Nappy ass dreads, what's that you say?

Watch your mouth, milli vanilli (ooh)

You can get snaked, you can get faced

I'll buy the bitch that you feeling

'Cause you thought that she was an angel,

That bitch ain't no angel,

I treat her halo like a frisbee

And you telling your business, she tell me your business

You tell that bitch what you're feeling

All of the beans that you be spilling

To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillings

She know you had to tell me where it's hidden

She know when you're gone, tell me when to visit,

We're breaking your home

And take this specifics to me

While the bitch is on vacation with him

So she don't get blamed

We don't snatch chains, we find out addresses

And we don't leave messes

You only know that it's gone when you check it

And your first thought is to start second guessing

She say, 'What's wrong?',

You say nothing, keep resting

She say, 'What's missing?',

How you know something missing

He scratch his head, she say get back in bed

And she gave him some head

Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say

Ooh, I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', popping bottles

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave,

They get followed

I be with bitches that know the bitches

That's with the niggas we following

Get them on the line, stay two cars behind

And tell them hoes, don't be so obvious

Mona Lisa

Long hair, don't care,

She handle the business and don't ever tell

She bite the bullet and cough up the shells

She tell 'im, 'Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place'

And if he say, 'Yeah', then we meet him there

She feed him lies with his silverware

She don't want love, she just want her share

I, know a bitch named Lisa, this nigga think she heads

'Cause she tell him that it is

So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears

And then she tell me, and I be all ears

And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him

And then I call Liz and she say come in, over

I say, 'Good girl, just remember what I told you'

She gave me the salute, I say, 'Girl, you're a soldier'

We're waitin' outside, watch him pull up

Walk up to the door and right before he knock,

She open the door naked

She left it unlocked

They started french kissing so he didn't see moi

And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch

Music up loud with his head in the cloud

Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him

Piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown

Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around,

I ain't here to fuck around,

Caught you wit' your pants down

You know what it is, put your fucking hands up

Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down

And then he dead looked at her

And he shook his head at her

She a good actress and you a dead actor

You'll be dead after we get what we're after

If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh

I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga

But thank for me, nigga

Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga

I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga

She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga

She slip something in it, now thank for me, nigga

Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture

Mo-mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas

Pussy got you out of character, nigga

You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga

Take everything that you have,

You don't even have an opinion

We have you attention,

Now you're looking down a barrel, nigga

Now she looking for her pantyhose, nigga

We just looking for the casserole, nigga

But she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga

Ah, everyday she wake up with a different colour make up

And I promise to go take to the movie and the mall

Chilling with the Laker, on the floor,

Fourth quarter, fourth minute on the clock,

Black Mamba with the ball

Paparazzi looking at them both popping up

And take a picture, uh

Probably on a Internet blog

In a minute, he gon' be admitting

That he love her on his mother

Man, he wanted meet her by the mall

Mona Lisa

Pussy good enough, it got 'em sending into wars

And he digging in it like he living in it

Make a new religion with it

Man a nigga 'bout to go against god

Palm trees in the backstreet,

Sweet tone like a hummingbird,

When she asked him,

Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi

Never gave two fuck, jumped in the backseat

Walk up in the morning to The Great Gatsby

Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie

I'ma a dog into win, I'm a bit laughing

I'ma call up again like I did last week

Make good with the friend and I'm more jazzy

Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley

Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy

Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me

Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me

Bent a motherfucking double standard, acting

Fucking on another nigga, that's negative alone

But you sucked this dick, that's just nasty

Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone. No

You fucking with Wayne? No

Bitch, gimme your phone. No, let me take this call

lick me like a lollipop

He on your fucking ringtone?

Is that the shit that you do?

Touching yourself, looking at Kendrick videos

Jump on the internet, watching his interview

I don't know what the fuck, lately gotten into you

Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder

Forgot all the shit that I did for you daughter?

The pampers, the pedialyte

And my momma daycare at the school

And she never did charge her

You scandalous as fuck, and I hope you blow up

You know what, I give up, let me go get my gun,

I got one in the chamber

I plan on no aiming, god dammit,

You know the damage is done

Bitch I'm emotional 'cause I've been stressed

I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess

So in conclusion, since you like rappers

That's killing that pussy I'm killing myself

She say, Ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

She say, Ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Now he get the picture Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah

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