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Lil Wayne

"Right Above It (clean)"

Lil Wayne
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We onnnn
'Cause we onnnn

Drake
Who else really tryna mess with Hollywood Cole? I’m with Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That’s why I pick and choose, I don't get stuff confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the dance club and all them girls find me
Plus I been sippin', so this stuff is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Lil Wayne
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on
It's Young Money
If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, all right

Now somebody show some money in this club
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this club, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a darn, X Games
Guns turn you boys into madmen
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you people know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the aeroplane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the flowers
You men can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on
It's Young Money
If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, all right

Now somebody show some money in this club
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this club, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that girl look better red
Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you people in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my blood donor
Flo' so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Dang, where you stumbled out? From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this track and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, man, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on
It's Young Money
If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, all right

Now somebody show some money in this club
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this club, ya dig? (Soo Woo!)
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

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