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Lil Wayne

"Playing With Fire"

[Intro]
(StreetRunner)

[Chorus: Betty Wright]
So you've got so many diamonds
You wear all the finest clothes
And your grill is shining
As you're driving down the streets of gold
But you can't blame me
If I set this stage on fire!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Momma always told me I was crazy
And my hoes say I'm amazing but I don't listen to a lady
But the b*tch say I'm hot, and I say "No b*tch, I'm blazing"
Like, what the f*ck you expect? I'm a motherf*cking Cajun
I feel caged in my mind, it's like my flow doing time
I goes crazy inside, but when it comes out it's fine
Like wine; wait, watch...
See? I get better with time like a watch
Osh B'Gosh, Posh Spice husband
Couldn't kick it like I kick it, b*tch, I Kix it
No cereal, like a landing, I sticks it
Wherever she asks me, after she licks it
That's too explicit, well why you listening?
I smell smoke, and something's sizzling
That's her pus*y, so, hey, pus*y—play with pus*y or play pus*y

[Chorus: Betty Wright]
But you can't blame me
If I set this stage on fire

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
They say you're nobody till somebody kills you
Well, where I'm from you're nobody till you kill somebody
And you know what they say, when you great
It's not murder, it's assassinate
So assassinate me, b*tch
'Cause I'm doing the same sh*t Martin Luther King did
Checking in the same hotel, in the same suite, b*tch
Same balcony, like "Assassinate me, b*tch!"
It's Lil Tunechi
I don't rap, I film movies
With my rap, you could call me
"Mr. Director's Chair," yeah, and that's a wrap
Cut! On to the next
Not the next scene, b*tch, the next check
Some say the X makes the sex 'spect
So play with the pus*y or play pus*y

[Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne]
So you've got so many diamonds (Hey pus*y)
You wear all the finest clothes
(Lay pus*y, do what I, say pus*y
And I say, I say, lay pus*y)

And your grill is shining
(Lay pus*y, lay pus*y, haha, hey pus*y)
As you're driving down the streets of gold
But you can't blame me
If I set this stage on fire!
(Hey pus*y, don't play pus*y
Get 'em!)


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle
Braveheart, b*tch, like the times are medieval
Married to the game, divorced the cathedral
Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people
Forced into evil, it's all in your head
It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel
You follow and I lead you, straight to the needles
The bottles, the battles, the beetles'll eat you
Momma named Cita—I love you, Cita
'Member when your pus*y second husband tried to beat ya?
'Member when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver?
He ain't give a f*ck, I ain't give a f*ck neither
He could see the devil, see the devil in my features
He could smell the ether, you can see Cita
You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features
And she don't play, neither

[Chorus: Betty Wright]
But you can't blame me
If I set this stage on fire!

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
C3, 3 peat

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