30 Minutes To New Orleans Lyrics

Ok, Gucci backpack, fresh black Adidas I'm rolling on a pill, rolling up some reefers Declining all the Keishas, replying to the Kims Still knocking boots like hammers on timbs I'm a motherfucker baby, Weezy F. Baby Yeah I get it wet and I keep it wet baby I can make a dyke say she leaving that lady I can make a lady say she leaving that pussy ass nigga That gave her that baby, now she with Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby Hahaha, Weezy F. Baby, hahaha, yeah, Whatcha gon', whatcha gon', whatcha gon' do? When Nina Ross come and put that pussy on you You probably still a virgin, I'mma bust your cherry And I'mma come through in something so cherry And I'm sittin' on Pirellis, pumpin Machiavelli Showed you girlfriend my house she think I live Italy Just bought a jet I'm 'bout to take that bitch to L.A. Bitch I never met I'm 'bout to meet that bitch in L.A. Ooh, I'm feeling myself, I'm so fly shawty think I really fly stealths I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths And I'm feeling my belt, I'm feeling my sneaks 'Cause I don't see them on anybody Got the Semi by me for anybody Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown Eastside, I'm lighting up two blunts at one time And I thank God I can say fuck one time I'm sippin' out of two cups at one time And I thank God I can say fuck one time [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/30-minutes-to-new-orleans-lyrics-lil-wayne.html ] Fuck one time, fuck one time, fuck one time, thank God Loui V. bag, all black hammer Loui V. shoes with the Loui bandana The Loui phone case with the sidekick case Might put L.V. on the side of my bitch face Man I'm a dog, I go so hard Man I'm a dog, 'bout to come in your yard 'Bout to, 'bout to cum in your lady Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby, hahaha Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby, hahaha And Young Mula Baby, can't forget that How would you do that? I beat that track 'til that bitch be black It's Weezy F. the monster, even F your mama Even ex your mama, leave you next to mama You are so pussy gonorrhea's your aroma Blind gynecologist could see that your vagina Me, me, me turn beef to bologna And you go around me like a Honda Better yet she ride me like Travis Pastrana Fuck the X Games, it's ecstasy games Show me a mirror 'cause I'm so glad to meet Wayne And I'm feeling myself, So fly shawty think I really fly stealths But I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths But I'm feeling my belt, I'm feeling my sneaks 'cause I ain't never seen them on anybody Got the Semi by me for anybody Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown Eastside!