John lyrics

by

Timbaland


[Intro: Sample]
"Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy"

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
.44 bulldog, my motherf*ckin' pet
I point it at you and tell that motherf*cker, "Fetch"
I'm f*ckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pus*y, mouth, and ass, call that b*tch triple-threat
When I was in jail, she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset
Been f*cking the world, and n*gga, I ain't c*m yet
You f*ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these n*ggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a b*tch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
And AK-47 is my f*cking address, huh

[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and c*ck it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Big black n*gga in a icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch, I got a Nike shop
Count the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot, swish
I'm swimming in a yellow b*tch (Boss)
In the red 911 looking devilish (Haha)
Red beam make a b*tch n*gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time
Drop palmolive in a n*gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah)
Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, oad up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and c*ck it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid, get ya head popped
I got that Esther, b*tch, I'm Redd Foxx
Big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You f*cking with a n*gga who won't give a f*ck
Empty the clip then roll the window up
pus*y n*gga sweet, them n*ggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red b*tch, she said she finna c*m
200 thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
b*tch ass n*gga, pus*y ass n*gga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass n*gga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh
[Verse 4: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne + Rick Ross & Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (Yeah)
Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet, the more that b*tch go "Bang"
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (Yeah)
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my b*tch
My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks
Son of a b*tch, then I made a great escape (Yeah)
Ain't it funny, mama only son be bakin' cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
n*ggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (Yeah)
If you get in trouble, that just mean you f*ckin' up (n*gga)
It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeah)
I call the plays, motherf*cker, huddle up

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah
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