B.B. King Freestyle ft. Drake Lyrics

B.B. King Freestyle ft. Drake - Lil Wayne

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LIL WAYNE - BB KING FREESTYLE LYRICS & TRADUCTION

Track "Lil Wayne"

on Bandsintown

[DJ Khaled]

Let's go

[Drake]

Ayy, the blues is now kickin' and dinner is three Michelin

I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin'

Know that I need discipline

I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin'

Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists

But we are not equivalent, dawg

I been an only child, don't need siblings

And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay

Man, if you saw what I flew here, you be like "He's sickenin'"

If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it

[DJ Khaled]

No Ceilings 3

Lil Wayne and Drake, let's go

[Drake]

Ayy, the blues is now kickin' and dinner is three Michelin

I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin'

Know that I need discipline

I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin'

Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists

But we are not equivalent, dawg

I been an only child, don't need siblings

And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay

Man, if you saw what I flew here, you be like "He's sickenin'"

If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it

Classics I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin'

Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish

The way that it stays doublin'

I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments

Whatever they're doin' with my cash is very troublin'

Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin'

Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin'

When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus'n it

So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it

Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it

Niggas get a gun just so they can make props out of it

Shawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it

Yeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in this bitch with kicked feet up

I'ma make you bounce out this ho, like Big Freedia

Pete O. used to throw a purple ten on a two liter

First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater

Before that, I got the bedroom hot with the space heater

On top of that, I didn't have shit to my name either, that's real

But now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world tours

Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure

I might not be good for her, but I'm real to her

Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her

That's the only way I know how to express love

My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove

All them jokes about Aubrey they got me messed up, for real

I come with a lot of complications inside me

It's always people misleadin' me that'll try and guide me

Everyone wants to try me, but no ones wants to buy me

Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me

Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy

Everyone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach me

[Lil Wayne]

Mhm, mhm

Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to Weezy

Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me

Trappin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin'

Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets

The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics

The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana

Tommy gun on the counter I call it Mr. Thomas

That'll keep niggas honest

I'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massages

That's some more point money, these numbers too steep for commas

I'm eye to eye with niggas, I can't help but to see beyond them

Got a two-seater problem

Niggas thinkin' they cold, I knock the flu-season out them

Bitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind them

I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers

I keep it 2-G regardless, I'm gettin' too deep for divers

Let me resurface, I'm flexin' on purpose

She especially curvy, bet she be servin' every purpose

Perfect, I'm better than perfect, I'm sick, I need to see a medical person

Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses

All I gotta be is all that I can possibly

She really, really into me, then suck it all up out of me

I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologies

You fuckin' with my math, you better know some trigonometry

'Cause I'ma be bustin', leave your Lima bean at your mama feet

I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes

They say I'm trippin', I guess they wishin' I finally fall

I don't need war, I need a bitch that know I'ma need yours

I'ma need more, niggas is shifted, they like Honda Accords

Fire alarm, ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the walls

Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms

Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourth

Holla at your boy

[ DJ Khaled]

This that BB King, Lil Wayne featuring Drake

Classic shit (DJ Khaled)

No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne