lil wayne South Muzik song lyrics

My name Wayne and I came to party

My watch an Icee and my chain a Frostee

Them bitches like me, but they mayne's is salty

I aint on strike three, but his brains'll cost me See I'ma chill

Like waitin for the doctor I'm awaitin for the proper head doctor hey

I need a check up, and mami tellin me her man need to step up

I'm like, say no more cuzz there's the door

And my niggaz like "I ain't tryin' hate on yours

I'm like boy I don't save no whore, oh no

I'm too small to go against the cold

So I grab me a freak and be like, "let's roll"

Cause after the afterparty is the muhfuckin bachelor party

That's what's up, master suite master me

And we be "ungh" all night like Master P yeah

My name Wayne and I came from money

I gotta pretty bitch wit me, but her brains is ugly

Got a city bitch wit me, but her brains is country

Yeah a silly bitch wit me, man her brains is dummy

Be smart I'll take the brains of dummies

That desert eagle new, workout plan, brain then tummy

I ain't got no umbrella and it's rainin' money

I'm dumb better than these lames that's stuntin

I run better like, Corey Dillion for the New England Pats

They like, no he didn't get that new Bentley black and white

Sure he did, no kiddin', know he kitted it

Know he told the dealer make sure there's no equivalent

So that makes this a one of one

That means none before it, none to come

Young money but the money aint young neither's the night

What are you drinkin' make it a double you in trouble OH

My name wayne and I came to rock

I come a long way from turnin' cocaine to rock

And like the song say get, getcha ass on up

But her thong say pull me down or to the side

And I go and say, sweetie can you open up your walkway

Bet I run up and down your hallway all day shit

Ain't nothin like a hard day menage

I call it three the hard way, Ohhh

Hollygrove hard case, Scarface all face

Very similar to my pa face, I'm particular bout my court case

I ride fly, look out the window you saw space

I ride high, my interior tye die, I'm so superior

You lookin' at Cash Money's interior you hearin' me

Birdman, J-R a period, holla at a nigga when you're serious shit