Lil Wayne

Lil Wayne - The Other Side lyrics

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(feat. La the Darkman, Gudda Gudda)
[La the Darkman] 

Yeahhh... 

L.A.D. 

I'm all about that cheese, swiss, mozerella 

Monster, Kobe, American or cheddar 

When it come to robbery 

Nobody do it better 

Notorious L.A.D. 

Fresh Coogi sweater 

The cleanest 

Lyrics is the meanest 

Understand my english 

Nigga, I'm a Genious 

Ice like a snow cone 

Writin in my iPhone 

Went from sellin' crack 

To sellin' ringtones 

Straight out the projects 

To million dollar homes 

Inside the Carter 

Cookin' 36 zones 

36 O's and I break them all down 

In and out of every trap 

All through the A-town 

The Embassy A.M.G. 

Young Money merger 

I'm a Young Champ Like Ben Roethlisberger 

S.S. Chevy with the big block engine 

Rims and paint cost me a whole pension 



[Jae Millz] 

I don't need nothing but my niggas 

And enough weed to go around 

A ten ounce some grams and loaded pound 

Fuck what another nigga think of me 

I'm thinkin' multi-millions 

He thinkin' G's 

Nigga please 

Get your mind right 

Fuck tryna be fresh 

Get your grind right 

Cuz I'm Like 

So in another league 

I throw my pitches 

At different degrees 

And I 

Wwril my pigskins 

At different speeds 

And I hit threes 

Cuz at different times 

I release 

My shot cold 

Nigga, I'm Hot 

Don't be tight cuz you not 

Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath 

I'm the good, I'm the bad 

I'm the devil, I'm Jesus 

Its Young Money Bitch! 

The game needs us 

Gudda Gudda, What it is nigga 

Kid-Kid Chi, Get it how you live nigga 

My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealer ship 

And Weezy just ripped the drop phantom so they feelin' sick 

Diamond rings, Diamond chains 

Royal Suites, Private planes 

Palm trees, Big change 

I can't complain 

I made a promise to myself 

That I'll never be have-not 

Nigga Fuck being broke 

Shit 

Before that day come 

I'll A.K. stamp ya 

When there's beef 

I'm in the centre like Tyson Chandler 

Fuck what you heard 

In the booth I goes off 

Like the lights if you ain't payin 

Its the third 

And you already two months late with the bill 

Clown nigga you's a lame 

Bitch Nigga 

I'm Millz! 

Young Mullah 



[Gudda Gudda] 

If you didnt,now you know 

Its the million dollar nigga 

With the million dollar flow 

Icicle chain 

Got a million dollar glow 

Quarter mill for the gang 

If you tryna book a show 

Templates on the bentley 

Ridin' through the checks 

Got a pocket full of money 

Nigga, Hand on my tec 

I'm demandin' respect 

I'm a man to respect 

Disrespect your man 

Put my hand round his neck 

Its no other than 

Gudda Gudda man 

Still bout my money 

Nigga, Fuck another man 

I'm on the paper chase 

All about the hustle man 

I be climbin' through your window 

Like I'm fucking Broadmnan 

Look I'm 

Shady Aftermath 

Put your head in a scope 

A Bank roll with the bucks 

Is what these young niggas killin' for 

The game dirty 

On the streets tryna deal Yayo 

Fifty clips at his hat 

Leave a peeled potatoe 



[Lil Wayne] 

I call my nina bay like San Diego 

Get me twisted 

I'm a turn into a tornado 

And all my riders ridin' like a winabago 

You stay 

But I'm a let that A.K. go 

Rawer than a qualo 

Shoot you like Halo 

Give ya ass a halo 

These bitches walk around actin like they J.lo 

Man, I remember when these bitches was just hey hoe 

Hey hoe, how you doing? 

Me? 

I'm doing every fuckin thang 

Smokin them dikes 

I'm on that Mary fucking Jane 

This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil Wayne 

And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil Wayne 

Haha 

And bitch I'm greedy 

But if I keep eatin you rappers 

I'll get sugars diabities 

Sweetie 

I'm a different species 

I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces 

What the fuck do I be thinkin? 

Kill, Kill, Murder 

And Benjamin Franklin 

Your girlfriend is into them gangstas 

And me being a gangsta 

I get into your girlfriend 

I stay still when the world spins 

And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman 

You heard me 

You heard him 

Him being me 

And we are better than 

All y'all bitches, Niggas, Hoes 

Enemies, Foes 

Threes, Twos, Ones 

But these dudes won




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