Lil Wayne – Piano Trap And Not Me Lyrics
Piano Trap & Not Me Lyrics By Lil Wayne
I pop me a perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a perc and I smoke me some loud (Yeah)
I pop me a perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I’m getting personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, I’m getting virtual now
I’m about to sip on this syrup til I drown
Oh my God, I’m getting thirstier now
I’m ballin way too hard on these clowns
They about to give me a personal foul
I’ma thank God for my existence
I’ma thank God for my charisma
I’ma thank God that I’m in the business
and I’ma thank God I’m not in the system
i’ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in
I’ma thank God for the times I done risked it
I’ma thank God for working out the logistics
i’ma thank God that I’m not a statistic
All of my jewelry is fvckin ridiculous
I cannot really be seriously serious
All of my goons take everything serious
Run in the building and kill your superiors
Killin the staff and kill the affiliates
Smoking this gas just like it’s some helium
I see y’all a$$ all in my peripheral
Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian
She workin that a$$ continuous
I’m workin my plans, ingenuous
I’m talkin bout mags and millions
Mags and Millions, man, ask Eminem
I got a monogamous smile
I do not know how i do how
I give all to my daughters, no doubt
It’s been all about now until now
I’ve been keepin it quiet but loud
I’ve been keepin it private but proud
I’ve been treating the fire like flowers
I’ve been keeping it silent but “Pow”
And she about to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she getting personal now
Oh my God, I’m about to skirt on her blouse
Oh my God, she about to slurp up a child (Yeah)
She about to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she getting personal now
Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd
Oh my God, she’ about to surf in the crowd
Pop me a perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I’m getting personal now
Call up my phone and my service was down
Sorry, I ain’t been on earth in a while
Pop me a perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I’m getting personal now
Call up my phone and my service was down
Sorry, I ain’t been on earth in a while
I’m about to sip on this syrup til I drown
Oh my God, I’m getting thirstier now
I’m ballin way too hard on these clowns
They about to give me a personal foul
Ayy, tell you what you should do,son
Uh, let’s get personal, percoucet got me vertical
Them uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Turkoglu
We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw
Dirt at you
You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32
it is my time, and when it is, you on timeout
I’m on cloud 9 and, niqqa, you just on Icloud
I’m an Icon, I shine and burn your eyes out
you on the sideline, my side b!tch got a side b!tch
Gotta sip slow case I die quick, I’m alive, b!tch
Born piss poor, I’ma die rich full of my sh!t
Bust up in your house on some mob sh!t, leave no hostage
Leave you lookin like January 2nd, july 5th
Y’all are all witnesses to my battles, i shall fight
Been through a whole lotta bullsh*t, still smell nice
Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise
Took a few L’s without em, i couldn’t spell life
Airtight, Vag*na tight and it better smell right
Banana clip d!ck, banana up in her tailpipe
Big fish, niqqa, killer whale, kill a b!tch niqqa
I’ma snap and send a pic, niqqa, flick flick, niqqa
Tunechi, I pop me a perc and I smoke me some loud