Lil Wayne – Blackin Out (feat. Euro)

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[Intro: Lil Wayne] Six shit
Ay yah yah yah yah yah yah yah
Six nigga, Dedication six niggas
Six nigga, six nigga, Dedication six niggas
Six nigga, sick nigga, sick six shit nigga

[Verse 1: Euro + Lil Wayne] I hear y’all new shit and I cringe (I cringe)
Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (My friends)
If we hit it, that oui is not French (Not French)
I’m anti-social, pardon my tints (My tints)
We left E11even, at 11 AM (Yeah)
Raw papers full of peas, cups full of mayhem (Yeah)
We all wavy, I’m just sort of on a different wavelength (Yeah)
See they more like superstars, I’m more like Super Saiyans
Bein’ the greatest ever is my destiny skills
Since a child, I focused on my Kelly, Bey, and Michelle (Okay)
Sittin’ back, getting head from Mademoiselle
Tryna’ put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will
Dedicated to you for the 6th time, killed it on 5th one
Now they say I’m big time
While them niggas skipped lunch,I learned how to skip lines
I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mine
Used to fuck with Sega, my uncle had a pasia
I knew this drug king-pin that tried to run for Mayor (skrt!)
Posted on the back-blocks talking player-player
If she bad and I am greata’, get her unlimited data
They tryna’ build a wall, man my dogs gon’ hate that shit
And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah
We in the game but we don’t play that shit
Cover your soul before they take that shit
Young

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Right nigga, wrong nigga, dope nigga, ill nigga
Rich nigga, polo nigga, house bigga, bills bigga
Sick nigga, hill nigga, lit nigga, chill nigga
Racks nigga, real bigga, Shaq bigga, lil’ nigga
Facts nigga, trill nigga, tax nigga, still nigga
Coke on coke nigga, slopes nigga, hills nigga, joke nigga
No nigga, clip bigger, quick trigger, thick strippers
I ain’t into stick figures, mixed signals, O.J. with the brick
Nigga run through the white
Nigga, O.J. on my wrist, nigga that’s Sunny D-Light
Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, shining like some pearly whites
Nigga, straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice
Nigga, bought a lot of art, and I bought a lot to snort, hey
Beat around her bush, right after we beat the court case
Talkin’ boutta a war, that’s a convo’ at the bar, wait
Drugs in the Broncos start the motherfuckin’ horse race
I take off fom Earth, take your bitch up into MySpace
I tell her keep her mouth shut
And if not I got some Scottish tape
Gotta keep the lock-safe, referring to the safe-lock
The shells the ground, shakin’ make you do the James Brown
I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown
I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bomb
Some niggas like fight crimes, some niggas like to fight fair
Some niggas got the right time, if you’re asking me
I say “Time will tell”
Some niggas think they icons, some bitches think that I care
Niggas got an iPhone, some niggas had a SkyTel
Niggas really pythons, I’m watching out for myself
Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair
Lyin’ here, lookin’ like “aww, yeah”, lawn chair
Jump right off a Con air land it on the Timeshare
I will, Versace eye ware, feelin’ like top shelf
Cool is two Ls and rock bells, hot as Scottsdale
Bombshell

[Outro: Lil Wayne] Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, we on the drugs
Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out
All the guns, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, black-black-blackin’ out
On the run, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out (Bow!)
Yeah, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, we on the drugs
Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out
All the guns, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, black-black-blackin’ out
On the run, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out
That’s some slick shit