Lyrics: Lil' Wayne. Run This Town.
Yeah... Millzi I see you...
T told me do this shit
So I'm a do this shit...
NO CEILINGS!
YEAH!
HAHA!
HEHE!
I'm a run this down tonight...
Alrite nah... uh
[Verse:]
Nigga we are
So ready for The War
C.A.R.T.E.R.
Put the beat in E.R.
I'm colder than B.R.
Add another 3 r's
Watch me like DVD, VCR
Pump to ya chest, I ain't talking CPR
Riding this track, like a motherfuckin' street car
New Orleans coroner
His name is Frank Minor
Fuck with me wrong, you'll be waking up in his yard
Man I go crazy on the beat, I go nimrod
Man I act a ass, treat the beat like a hemorrhoid
Man I go to work on a beat call it employ
Man I kicks it bitch getcha shin gaurd
Uh... Young Money run this
Towns, Countries
I still eat rappers...
Mmm, scrumptious
My goons tote thumpers
They pump em like krumpers
Anybody beat, I'm guna go Archie Bunkers
Tunche be the wildest
Let's run the metropolis
I Pop like Lolli's
You drop like eye lids
The money keep calling I hear the shit dialing
And they say money talks you can hear my shit hollin'
You softer then nylan... opps I meant nylon
Perfection is the goal and I'm headed to the pylon
Crown fit me good, I ain't even gotta try on
Pistol mean business, that bitch should have a tie on
T done told me do the shit...
So I had to do the shit
I get super hero money, call a nigga super rich
Keep it super for awhile let me get on my super shit
Super I'll, Super sick
Dawg I go super Vick
Ran into a super woman, turned her to a super bitch
Hit her with that super dick, she be cumming super quick
Super Millz, Mack, Tyga, Streetz, Nelli, Super Nick
Super Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckee, Twist, that's the super clique
Now I'm off that super shit,
Fuck that shit, I super quit
Running circles round the game, like a hula hoop and shit
You gone have to loop this shit
There won't be a duplicate
And my blunts be super thick
I'm higher then a super kick
I'm the bomb baby, watch me nuke this shit
When I leave the booth, they gotta scoop this shit
My apologies, diabolically
I'm the prodigy, do you rodger me
I look in the flames, and see a hotter me
But how come I'm still colder then condomly
Yeah we run this town like a lot of feet
Yung mula baby, I'm proud of me
T told me do this shit
So I'm a do this shit...
NO CEILINGS!
YEAH!
HAHA!
HEHE!
I'm a run this down tonight...
Alrite nah... uh
[Verse:]
Nigga we are
So ready for The War
C.A.R.T.E.R.
Put the beat in E.R.
I'm colder than B.R.
Add another 3 r's
Watch me like DVD, VCR
Pump to ya chest, I ain't talking CPR
Riding this track, like a motherfuckin' street car
New Orleans coroner
His name is Frank Minor
Fuck with me wrong, you'll be waking up in his yard
Man I go crazy on the beat, I go nimrod
Man I act a ass, treat the beat like a hemorrhoid
Man I go to work on a beat call it employ
Man I kicks it bitch getcha shin gaurd
Uh... Young Money run this
Towns, Countries
I still eat rappers...
Mmm, scrumptious
My goons tote thumpers
They pump em like krumpers
Anybody beat, I'm guna go Archie Bunkers
Tunche be the wildest
Let's run the metropolis
I Pop like Lolli's
You drop like eye lids
The money keep calling I hear the shit dialing
And they say money talks you can hear my shit hollin'
You softer then nylan... opps I meant nylon
Perfection is the goal and I'm headed to the pylon
Crown fit me good, I ain't even gotta try on
Pistol mean business, that bitch should have a tie on
T done told me do the shit...
So I had to do the shit
I get super hero money, call a nigga super rich
Keep it super for awhile let me get on my super shit
Super I'll, Super sick
Dawg I go super Vick
Ran into a super woman, turned her to a super bitch
Hit her with that super dick, she be cumming super quick
Super Millz, Mack, Tyga, Streetz, Nelli, Super Nick
Super Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckee, Twist, that's the super clique
Now I'm off that super shit,
Fuck that shit, I super quit
Running circles round the game, like a hula hoop and shit
You gone have to loop this shit
There won't be a duplicate
And my blunts be super thick
I'm higher then a super kick
I'm the bomb baby, watch me nuke this shit
When I leave the booth, they gotta scoop this shit
My apologies, diabolically
I'm the prodigy, do you rodger me
I look in the flames, and see a hotter me
But how come I'm still colder then condomly
Yeah we run this town like a lot of feet
Yung mula baby, I'm proud of me
Lil Wayne
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