Biznite Lyrics By Lil Wayne
Huh?
Biznite
Huh?
Biznite
Biznite
Nothin' but it, look
I'm dippin' in a black Milleny Benny, sittin' on 20's
Top off when the city's windy, me and pretty Cindy
She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sippin' Remy
I'm Iceberg, nothin' but Winnie all the way to my tennie
I'm hotter than a semi 'cause this skirt she's wearin' mini
And plus my head is spinnin' from drinkin' this fifth of Henny
I stop at any deli 'cause this freakin' with her penny
And ain't no tellin' how many she, um, already been in
We get inside the room and she gigglin', plain grinnin'
Slowly the lights dimmin' and I'm slippin' on my jimmy
I'm feelin' on her titties, this is only the beginnin'
I stick it in her kitty, now she screamin', "Come on, gimme"
I'm flippin' this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin'
I'm hittin', got her twistin', this is my ninny, you hear me?
And when it's time to quit, I got her soakin' wet and drippin'
She asked me for a kiss, ah
Biznite, is you trippin'?
Biznite, is you trippin'? What?
Biznite, is you trippin'? What?
Biznite, is you trippin'? (He-he-he), what?
You nothin' but a sack-chasin', cock-tastin' biznite
You're never gonna amount to anything but a biznite
'Cause all I wanna do is hit it raw, I don't even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids, I ain't the pa
Nope, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa
No, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa
Nope, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa
If your baby come out sayin', "What?", I ain't the pa
I ride up in a Porsche Boxster, see this fox, her name was Tasha
I got her when I stopped her at McDonald's with her partner
I jocked the way she rocked her lil' Versace and her Prada
I'm Iceberg or Bahama from bottom to collar
I jotted her my phone number, later on gave me a holla
I popped up by her mama's so her **** won't know nada
She took 30 minutes, played me like some kind of coward
Now hopped up in my car and started talkin' 'bout her doctor
She said she started ridin' in her baby father's Honda
She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand-new Mazda
I'm drivin' to the label, to the back and put the top up
I roll down all the windows, put the car in function, "watch the"
I tried to touch her thigh, she moved my hand and said, "Uh-uh, bro"
It took five minutes to bang, then you know she proper
I'm knockin' out her brains
We got the car shakin' and rockin'
She asked me for a kiss, ah
Biznite, what's your problem? (What?)
Biznite, what's your problem? (What?)
Biznite, what's your problem? (What?)
Biznite, what's your problem? (What?)
You nothin' but a sack-chasin', cock-tastin' biznite
You're never gonna amount to anything but a biznite
'Cause all I wanna do is hit it raw, I don't even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids, I ain't the pa
Nope, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa
No, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa
There was this groupie, name was Lucy, came up to me at the movies
Said she just saw Baller Blockin' and thought that I was cute
And said, "You and baby too can still come over early Tuesday"
I just bought a new mansion, just finished it and my movie
I knew she was a nu from head to shoulder, check this Gucci
And me, I'm Iceberg: Tom and Jerry, Daffy, and Goofy
She said, "Ooh, it would be so nice, and usually she would do it"
But lately she been spooked, her boo just came from institution
I said, "That's cool," 'cause I don't really wanna have to shoot him
I gave the broad the pager number and said that she should use it
As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six
She beeped and left a message that she came up with a solution
I'm scootin' a run-through straight to my house, I won't be foolish
She had no bathin' suit and then wanted me to see her booty
I oozed it in her coochie when she got in my Jacuzzi
She asked me for a kiss, ah
Biznite, is you stupid?
Biznite, is you stupid? (What?)
Biznite, is you stupid? (What?) He-he-he, why?
Because you're nothin' but a sack-chasin', cock-tastin' biznite
You're never gonna amount to anything but a biznite
'Cause all I wanna do is hit it raw, I don't even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids, I ain't the pa
Nope, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa
No, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa
No, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa
If your baby come out sayin', "What?", I ain't the pa
You're a sack-chasin', cock-tastin' biznite
You're never gonna amount to anything but a biznite
'Cause all I wanna do is hit it raw, I don't even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids, I ain't the pa
Nope, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa
No, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa
Nope, I ain't the pa, hell no, I ain't the pa
If your baby come out throwin' up W's, I ain't the pa, ****
Mmm
Mmm
I ain't the pa
Mmm
Mmm
I don't wanna talk
