London Roads - Lil Wayne

(Weed and syrup, yeah)

All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes

I like mouth in my lap, and pussy on my nose

And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove

You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road

Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine

And I swear everyday I'm on my Ariana grind

De, I got that yay, I got that ladidadida

And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan

Lord I'm a free man like I come from Amistad

Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o's to octagons

I get money while I'm sleep, I dream that I'm in heaven

I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy, and smoked a gar with Wessy

All my niggas rest in peace, and my enemies rest pleasant

So when my niggas creep they catch 'em

When they least expect 'em

Momma told me if you run these streets

Run these streets correctly

Well feet don't fail me now I never knew my feet to test me

Lord knows, I wear new clothes to the mall,

two hoes on my arm

Fur boots when it's warm, church shoes to play ball

We spittin' this shut like bird food to a dog

Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me

All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes

Boy that vest won't save you, neither will heroes

Lord he better hope you save him,

better catch the holy ghost

Holy moly hockey mask like Halloween like OVO

Lord all I know is strippers,all they know is poles

All they sell is pussy,

cause they been sold their soul

Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's

Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold

Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls

Look at how big my safe is,

that bitch got double doors

I was runnin' outta passion,'til I heard "All aboard"

They mad cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors

Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway

I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake

God damn, a pint of lean almost 5k

I be spendin' 25k every 5 days

I sent my girl on a spa day

cause Hood just came with them chickens

I don't want you in the house bae

Plus we need the kitchen,Lord,

trap house in abundance

We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me

Hol' up, had to switch the flow up

Had to pour up, roll some more up

Watch me go up, my doors go up

When I show up, why you show up?

Pick my bro up, pick a O up,

hit the store up, get a soda

Get us 4 cups, split a 4 up,

then we slow up, yeah you know us

Then we toast cups and we post up

Don't approach us, we got toasters

That's my slime like we ghost bust

and we both bust, give no fucks

Take no stuff and take your stuff,

then ho hunt for some chocha

I know a ho who'll rock the boat,

but I row her, I'm Noah Lord

I remember when I was no one Lord

When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards

Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer

Puttin' it to my chest and missin'

my heart by centimetres oh Lord

I remember dyin' on her room floor

And wakin' up in some police's arms

He died recent,

so I hope heaven made more room for him

And I hope he see me,

cause if he didn't save that lil

boy there would be no Weezy oh Lord

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