Lil Wayne - Lil Romeo

Mink Miu Miu boots got me tip toeing Leather sweatpants, that's Rick Owens Skinny so the blick showing Semi with the dick showing Private 757 big Boeing Tell my pilot I say "Get going" Yellow bone with me, skin glowing Of course her friend join They do what I say, they be 10-4'in and ain't no Venmo'in Light the J like I be Leno'in, the bae I'm ignoring Blow the paper like a vent blowing, just like some lint blowing It's Tunechio Clericuzio kitchen in the studio Soft top double R, that's the Ricky Rubio Beautiful diamonds dancing likе they're in a musical Optical illusional, Jordan pharmaceuticals [Interlude] Ooh yеah wait, fuck is my lighter? Ooh wait mmm yeah, uh [Chorus] And that's Lil T on the audio, uh We like Luigi and Mario, uh Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh Every flow be like a marble floor, uh Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh Buy whole pounds of Master P, uh I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait Uh, yeah, uh, yeah That chef boy'r T and he on the stove, yeah We like Luigi and Mario, yeah Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah Every flow be like a marble floor, yeah We tote styrofoams and we comatose, yeah I Buy a pound of some Master P, yeah I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait [Verse 2] Last night I had a fight with my sleep I guess the coke got in my pores from touching all the bricks So I just wrapped 'em up and wrote Tyson on each I got 'em biting ears and biting their teeth I'm talking 'bout that good snow, temp low Don't be surprised if I sneeze Excuse me, god bless me, thank you Socks on the coupe cover the ankles I'm driving so fast I might sprain 'em They be tryna bite the style like a caiman But we know it's all Wayne's, no Damon Only God can judge me, Jesus piece on in my arraignment Fuck you talkin' bout? Explain it Dana Dane chains on, looking sweeter than a Danish Painting pictures with his guts, artistic genius I stand back and admire my art and kiss my fingers And in God I trust, *mwah* My nina say she wanna get her body done Before I load the gun I told my bullets "All we got is us" Lambi on blades, propellers, blunt long as Coachella Mother knows best and daddy don't know no better I know you smell him, it's Young Tunechi Coca My uncle Rufus just OD'ed, we burning down the dope house This shit calamitous, animals And they all with the shit, unanimous I'm sicker than an ambulance I'm shittin' like a baby that got sick of all the pampering She foreign, Yugoslavian I throw this dick and she gon' act like I just threw a javelin Ooh, wait, yeah yeah, uh [Chorus] And that's Lil T on the audio, uh We like Luigi and Mario, uh Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh Every flow be like a marble floor, uh Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh Buy whole pounds of Master P, uh I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait Uh, yeah, uh, yeah That chef boy'r T and he on the stove, yeah We like Luigi and Mario, yeah Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah Every flow be like a marble floor, yeah We tote styrofoams and we comatose, yeah I buy a pound of some Master P, yeah I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait