Il testo della If i die today

Lil Wayne

(lil wayne)
44' bulldog, my mother fuckin pet
I point it at you and tell dat motha fucka fetch
I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call dat bitch triple threat
When i was in jail she let me call an collect
But if she get greedy, i'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset been f**king the world and n*gga i aint cum yet!
You f**k 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 aint 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 bitch i got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so weezy can't rest
An ak47 is my f**king address, huh

(rick ross)
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

(lil wayne)
Load up the choppers like it's december 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
Cause if i die today, remember me like john lennon
Buried in louis, i'm talking all brown linen, huh

(rick ross)
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch i got a nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a nike box
Grinding in my jordan's kick em off they might be hot, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow b*tch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make b*tch n*gga sit down
Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop palm olive in a n*gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby i'm the only one that pays your car notes
Well connected i got killers off in chicago

(rick ross)
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

(lil wayne)
Load up the choppers like it's december 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
If i die today, remember me like john lennon
Buried in louis, i'm talking all brown linen, huh

(lil wayne)
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that esther, bitch i'm red fox
Big bee's, red sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k
Empty the clip than roll a window up
Pussy n*ggas sweet, you n*ggas cinnabun
I'm in a red b*tch, she say she fin to cum
200 thou on a chain, i don't need a piece
That banana clip, let chiquita speak
Dark shades, eazy e
Five letters, ymcmb
Bitch ass n*gga, p*ssy ass n*gga
I see ya looking, whit yo looking ass n*gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If i died today it'd be a holiday

(rick ross)
I'm not a star, somebody lied i got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip ya ass apart then i put myself together
Ymcmb, double m, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch gon bang
Red on the wall, basquiat when i paint
Red lamborghini till i gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than i made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like i'm santa claus
N*ggas gather round, i got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f**king up
It's a cold world i need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf**k huddle up