IANAHB lyrics

by

David Banner


[Produced by Elew]

[Intro/Piano Solo]
*lighter flick*
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
I'm in the crib butt-naked, b*tch
She say my di*k could be the next Black president
Americans hate that I'm American
Medicine, I treat it like peppermints
Ugh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pus*y
Shoot you in your f*cking mouth and make you talk to me
Yeah, sometimes, I need someone to talk to
'Cause I am not a human being—part two!
Getting paid show money for walkthroughs
Letting all these hoes ride my di*k: carpool
My bars passed the bar exam, no law school
Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds
Ugh, what your man doing?
I pop his motherf*cking top like a canned good
And all my n*ggas that I roll with are hella armed
And last night, I took a transformer
And had a dream that my di*k turned to Megatron
But my girl was sleeping with Decepticons
Money talks, man, and mine talk lecture-long
P-U-S-S-Y: my second home
I be grinding on them hoes like a half-pipe
She say, "Tunechi, you the sh*t; you need your ass wiped"
I say, "Before you gas me up, check the gas price"
Then I make her take this di*k like advice, hahaha
She seesaw it, she suck it and enjoy it
I stick it in her ass like some f*cking steroids
Jose Canseco, make no mistake
Like a white boy wearing black paint, you're a fake-ass n*gga
Brake pads, n*gga, wait
You ain't in my weight class, n*gga
Looking for the motherf*cking man in the mirror
Running this sh*t like a faucet: Farrah
Barra-cuda, who the f*ck you are?
I can make your b*tch root for me like I grew her
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure
Ninety billion b*tches on my stick like a skewer, that's swag
I'm a true Blood, b*tch, no fangs
Been went pro, now I'm going pro-pane
Tell a b*tch, "Get off me!" b*tch, get off me!
I got her over here blowing me like coffee
Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated
And I get head while it's decapitated, haha
Think it's a game? n*gga, come play
I'm with my killer Bs, f*ck bug spray
Yeah, Young Money so gangsta
I personally know strangers, it's so strange
But this girl named Dana like to go anal
Shoot him in his head—what's that? A no-brainer
Plain ol' n*gga, but a break from the norm
I wear my heart on my sleeve, so don't be breaking my arm
I'd rather wring your f*cking neck before I ring the alarm
I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me along with him
I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair
f*ck with me, your ass is grass—get a lawn chair
I was f*cking before my di*k started growing hair
b*tches sweating me like John Mayer or warm air
Man... Nuts and bananas
You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
If you fake, put a egg in your shoe and scramble
No rubber, I just f*cked this piano, n*gga!
[Outro: Lil Wayne / Piano Outro]
Lew!
Do you!
Whoa!
Turn it up!
Mm!
Yeah!
Hello World!
As I always say...
I...
Am not...
A human being
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