Lil` Wayne Back On My Grizzy Lyrics

Back On My Grizzy Lyrics

Bitch im back on my grizzy,


Young money where ya at?,


Two tables and a mic,


Tell the Dj run it back,





Bitch im back on my grizzy,


Young money where ya at?,


If you fuck wit Young Money,


Young Money where you at?,


Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack,


Boy that
drummer keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,


Or
B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,And


Im so young but im a Giant like
Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,


Just bought a new crib, inside so dumb,


Got some money put away, in case the hurricane come,


Im a fuckin
shame huh? yea i know yea i know,


I go out the country to get all
my clothes and my hoes,


i go out my way just to get my dro and my
doe,


Cause, I love it more than i do my hoes yes i doess,


I got gasoline comin out my pores,


Imma torch,


I got
glasses like that white boy Scott Storch,


And a porsche,


I got license for tha scortch,


Snipers at your porch,


Rifles by the forts,


And we shoot up courts,


The
judge juss a bitch,


The jury suck dick,


Im a eastside
blood,


And i dont smoke that crip,


I smoke that
kush,


First name Bubba,


First name Young,


Last name Stunna,


Carter in the office,


Take notes
when im talkin,


Smooth as a cruise boat floats when im walkin,


I boast cause im ballin,


I boast to be ballin,


When im on the phone wit bitches man the money keep callin,


You
aint satisfied till ya son'll be callin,


Tellin you where to leave
the money in the mornin,


Ok you wanna zombie move instead,


Thats when you walk in ya house and everybody dead,


I can
take a shit where i stand,


Where i stand...and watch you pussies
piss in ya pants,


You aint a man your a hoe,


I can kill
him with the flow,


And then play the guitar at the fuckin
funeral,


Big guns so they drinkin big shots,


And my
game go Saddam Hussein and missile launch,


The Corrain call me
Wayne Chain,


Listen ma, i dont know karate, but after the brain, i
kick you out,


You niggas suck like tony romo, no homo,


And im all about my money, i get paid for promo yeaa,


Im the man
in this bitch, they say money talks well


Im tha ventriloquist,


And if i ever jump, il prolly land in ya bitch,


Boy that
hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,


Boy im more cooler than a fan
and a mint,


And when im done this track will need a couple
bandages,


I be wit savages and im above average,


Im a
crazy ass star like a fuckin asterick,


You niggas cant see me, im
on my casper shit,


Runnin so much game, i fuck around and lap a
bitch,


The club like a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,


And
you kno im gonna score like Deion after picks,


Im rollin on a pill,
she get that mornin after dick,


And when my robe came down guess
whut i did after it,


I popped and took some patron shots,


I pop popped and took some Grey goose shots,


I pop
popped...yea..


Young Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it , we
chop chop,


Leave ya back on tha block,


We pop cops,


And there aint no rights on my block,


I got shop,


I got that dro, i got them pills, i got that yay,


Give it
to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away...