Lil Wayne – Mind Right (Freestyle) Lyrics

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[Intro: Tk-N-Ca$h]
My mind right
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
Yeah
Yeah

[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h]
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
(come up on a check to get my mind right)
I had to-

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Get my mind right
Money white
Hustle right
Fuck her right
Fuck it right
Fuck them pussy niggas I’ll see ‘em in another life
Woo! May my tombstone read what a life
Pussy ass nigga say he thuggin’ he a fuckin’ lie
Tell him I say its a wrap like it’s mummified
Hustle for a hundred days a hundred nights
Run it right
Runnin’ lights
Duckin’ lights
There he go, cut the lights
Try to spare these niggas but I put ’em on fuckin’ strike
Got these niggas scrambling, and we sunny side
Come at me sideways I ride three six five days
Hot as a latte, picante, an entrée
I am the fucking best man for the job
These niggas bridesmaids, I leave niggas sideways
I don’t want to hear it to me it’s just blasé
I need my money on dalé on dalé
I got my mind right I got my mind made
But how come the early bird acting like I’m late
I’m ready for war
Money right
Hustle white
Alright
Fuckin’ right
Whippin’ white all night ’til a nigga knuckle white
Smoke a pound drunk a pint, another pint, another pint
B-T-W F-Y-I F-Y-L
Fuck your life L-O-L bullet shell, bloody knife
Body parts, babies crying, bitches running, bells ringing
Had to leave my heavenly bitch for a hell’s angel, Lord
I l-l-licked the pussy ’til I got my L’s tangled
I take CMB off the YM, I’m just spell checkin’
Yeah, I know a nigga named Rodney King
Get along with him and not with me
‘Cause I’m on the edge and I’m ’bout to leave
Gun to his head make him count to three
One, two, three
BOW BOW BOW BOW
She gave me head she forgot to breathe
Straight from the bed to the shower scene
Straight from the store to the block nigga
I do numbers you can count on me
Remember when I didn’t have a pot to pee
Now I look like I done hit the lottery
Went from poverty to property
Make a mockery of a shopping spree
These niggas ain’t cold they ain’t hot to me
They think they like me but they not to me
Wait let me put my binoculars on
You fake as fuck as far as I can see
My eyes red as fuck look like a eye disease
I let that yopper squeeze, I sat down with me
And then I told myself, look before you kill somebody leave

[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h & *Lil Wayne*]
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
*Woah, my mind right, get my mind right, ayy*
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
*I want my money nigga*
*Come up with that check get my money right*
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
*I got my mind right, my money right, I’m ready for war*
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
(come up on a check to get my mind right)
*Yeah, yeah, I got my mind right, my money right, I’m ready for war*

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Tk-N-Ca$h]
Yeah, yeah, Y-M-C-M-Beef yeah
Y-M, not them, and I’m the real Young Moolah baby
My mind right, I had to leave them boys alone to get my mind right
I had to come up on a check I want my money nigga
Come up with that check I want my money nigga

I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
(come up on a check to get my mind right)

Joe Budden – Time For Work lyrics

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Yeah, up top, what’s popping with it?
Whatever we doing we doing it with a lot of bitches
Nigga, I mean a whole lot of bitches
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches
Yeah, shorty say all that’s her own body
Chances are she already in the phone probably
Ass fat enough to buy that bitch her own property
That’s my definition of a home body
Got a Rollie in her wrist and her tone cocky
Nonetheless I only check her ’cause her dome sloppy
Gave her all that she could handle though
She put her mouth around the wiz, something Amber Rose
Get her naked and she look like Amber Rose
I was taping the whole thing then the camera froze
To this day her and I remain amicable
She even let me bust first, she so mannerable
[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
WJBOC 101.9, and I’m your host DJ Verified rocking out with you. Doing it for the grown and sexy out there. 35 and up, 35 and up only. Call us up, we’re doing a live remote from Club Deco. Call us up, 1-800-We Too Old For The Fuck Shit. We wanna talk to you, come on

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Been thinking about you for quite some time
And you ain’t seen crazy quite like mine
Nah, I’ve been occupied, sike, I’m lying
You know how the saying go, out of sight, out of mind
Just kidding, could tell I like you
She just moved to Queens [?]
Hella prideful, everything I buy two
Everything his/hers, Jemele and Michael
Should’ve been left, but I’m still in here
Last place she’d expect to see a millionaire go
On and on and on and
Please, baby, no Tweets, put away your phone and
Ride and moaning to five in the morning
Had to Uber on the way right at you yawning
[?] joke alone, Joe Malone
Of the green bottle same color of provologne
If it’s on Don Corleone go with the throne
Still I’m the best kept secret though I’m [?]
In the focus homes
And that much real estate like the focus homes
When the clothes is gone
I be going going Baghdad, all the approach is wrong
And she ain’t the type of lady to sit in coach for long
With me as high king she take her liking
To trim and piping when the kitchen [?]
Quite surprising the post of my dreams
If father stretch appears like ultralight beams
Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem
Dreamy eyes get wide with the life of my stream, hey
Getting all up in her guts with it
Gotta bust multiple nuts with it
That’s how it sound when we together
She my queen with the crown and she down for whatever

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

Joe Budden – Time For Work (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Yeah, up top, what’s popping with it?
Whatever we doing we doing it with a lot of bitches
Nigga, I mean a whole lot of bitches
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches
Yeah, shorty say all that’s her own body
Chances are she already in the phone probably
Ass fat enough to buy that bitch her own property
That’s my definition of a home body
Got a Rollie in her wrist and her tone cocky
Nonetheless I only check her ’cause her dome sloppy
Gave her all that she could handle though
She put her mouth around the wiz, something Amber Rose
Get her naked and she look like Amber Rose
I was taping the whole thing then the camera froze
To this day her and I remain amicable
She even let me bust first, she so mannerable

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
WJBOC 101.9, and I’m your host DJ Verified rocking out with you. Doing it for the grown and sexy out there. 35 and up, 35 and up only. Call us up, we’re doing a live remote from Club Deco. Call us up, 1-800-We Too Old For The Fuck Shit. We wanna talk to you, come on

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Been thinking about you for quite some time
And you ain’t seen crazy quite like mine
Nah, I’ve been occupied, sike, I’m lying
You know how the saying go, out of sight, out of mind
Just kidding, could tell I like you
She just moved to Queens [?]
Hella prideful, everything I buy two
Everything his/hers, Jemele and Michael
Should’ve been left, but I’m still in here
Last place she’d expect to see a millionaire go
On and on and on and
Please, baby, no Tweets, put away your phone and
Ride and moaning to five in the morning
Had to Uber on the way right at you yawning
[?] joke alone, Joe Malone
Of the green bottle same color of provologne
If it’s on Don Corleone go with the throne
Still I’m the best kept secret though I’m [?]
In the focus homes
And that much real estate like the focus homes
When the clothes is gone
I be going going Baghdad, all the approach is wrong
And she ain’t the type of lady to sit in coach for long
With me as high king she take her liking
To trim and piping when the kitchen [?]
Quite surprising the post of my dreams
If father stretch appears like ultralight beams
Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem
Dreamy eyes get wide with the life of my stream, hey
Getting all up in her guts with it
Gotta bust multiple nuts with it
That’s how it sound when we together
She my queen with the crown and she down for whatever

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go