What's Wrong With Them Lyrics By Lil Wayne
Eh life on the rocks
Too hard to swallow
So we get high 'til it feel like the sky low
Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo
Money is the strong
Pockets on high note
Do Re Mi Fa So
I rock like a fossil
Big boss shit, Paul Castellano
Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo
That's that nine **** ugh, Rondo
Sleeping with the enemy so I fuck the world
To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl
The sweetest southern girl, the sweetest southern girl
Put the signs up, put the signs up
They done picked my dude, out the line up
Baby, what the fuck is wrong wrong with them
What the fuck wrong wrong with them
You see many you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby, what the fuck is wrong wrong with them
What the fuck wrong wrong with them
Mind over matter money over all
The world is on my shoulders
Should I dust my shoulders off?
Uzi ratatatter, knocking over walls
Fuck the bullshit but just don't fuck it all
Man pussy has a pattern and I know where I'm going
And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin
Sanity kills so I live the crazy life
I wonder if they'll attention if I change the price
Life is my life 'til death do us part
Man I'm fly as fuck you ain't even next to depart
Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art
Put your thumbs up, put the signs up
They done picked my dude, out the line up
Baby, what the fuck is wrong with them
What the fuck wrong wrong with them
You see many you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby, what the fuck is wrong with them
What the fuck wrong wrong with them
Stepping on the bullshit
You can be my doorman
Ya'll ain't going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat
Disrespectful on the beat, Borat
Fuck the system and the pussy wasn't all that
Yeah, now times getting shorter
Red light on your head like a fucking recorder now
Don't you cross me you do better crossing the border
So much money piled up
I'm a motherfuckin' hoarder
Put the signs up, put the signs up
They done picked my dude, out the line up
Baby, what the fuck is wrong wrong with them
What the fuck wrong wrong with them
You see many you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby, what the fuck is wrong wrong with them
What the fuck wrong wrong with them
