Banned From TV

Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]  
Ayo, it's Weezy muthaf-cking, easy with the hating  
B-tch I'm in the building you just decorating  
I'm just detonating  
Then I get blatant  
More dangerous than internet dating  
Scoob got the cameras on so I got to show off  
I put your sister on, I knock your bro off  
We just spit snowballs catch it in your face b-tch  
Good game Wayne mayne I deserve a naysmith,  
Cook game gain flow dope in the vein flow  
I'll only be smoking the purple out the rainbow  
Stronger than Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o  
And if you stay wit em then y'all in the same boat  
Deep water Carter fishin for a dollar  
You can join the salad and I'm splitting your tomato  
Ball cuz I gotta  
You'll love me in the mornin  
I told her Imma king, them other niggas Prince Charming  
She love to rock the mic she say that's nothing like performin  
Man I'm in love with her grill George Foreman  
Forewarning Young Money's on  
And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn  
Yeah, take that to the bank with ya  
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures  
Smoke weed talk sh-t like Lane Kiffin  
Whole country in recession but Wayne different  
Huh, and I'm a Maybach rider, haven't drove it one time I got a cool black
driver  
Can't walk around with guns I got a do that got em  
Don't worry if I'm shootin as long as you get shot  
Imma beast, Imma pitbull  
I get my ass kissed, I get my d-ck pulled  
Imma beast  
Imma big wolf  
I got my money right, I got my clip full  
Haha, it's like 7 in the mornin n-gga  
I'm up for whoever the opponent n-gga  
Stop the track, let me relish in a moment n-gga  
Now bring that mutha f-cker back cuz I'm zonin n-gga  
I go hard like Rafael Nadal  
And if the b-tches were havin it, I bet we have them all  
And man I'm so high it's like an ever-lasting fall  
And I'm chargin these hoes like women basketball  
Uh, I bet that chopper get his mind right  
Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite  
Super hero call like a crime fight  
I see big cheese, you n-ggas blind mice  
T-Streets still roll with me  
Still stickin to the script like Nicole Kidman  
Need the man hit, We are those hitmen  
He stopped runnin, the bullet holes didn't  
Uh, Basically, I'm still a monster  
Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera  
Yall too plain, Imma helicopter  
My words keep goin like a teleprompter  
I'm a asshole, wipe me down b-tch  
I get big checks, Nike Town b-tch  
Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown sh-t  
And the flag red like clown lips,  
Uh, ti can't stop goin  
Dropped my best sh-t like the Cowboys dropped Owens  
I'm the best to ever do it mutha f-cker I know it  
No Ceilings Got Dammit now the f-ckin Sky's showin uhh!