Letra de On My Own - Lil Wayne

(Feat. Reel)

Yeah, hit me with the snares, Fresh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, just the snares, Fresh

Ch-ch-ch-ch, I like the snares, Fresh

Ch-ch-ch-ch, yeah, I'ma ride the snares all the way though this thing right here, man

Drum section Weezy, baby

Tez, once again

What up? Yeah

This is what they call me, Dutch, haha

Eagle, Eagle Carter man (Yeah)

In a '96 Regal contraband (Okay)

On my way to the east to the laundromat (Okay)

Got to wash that money and get on my ass

Gotta flip them bricks, it be gone so fast (Get 'em)

I got to do something I done blown my last (Yeah)

Dollar, holla at your boy on the ave (Uh)

And that cheap perico is what I'm known to have

Shit tend to be slow, I put on the mask

And make it Halloween and take all your bags

I say Holly, Hollygrove, won't you go on and stand (Hollygrove)

Up and make these motherfuckers understand (Yeah)

I say, "Look, coach, you're pitchin' at me underhand"

But I'm a designated hitter, I adjust so fast (Derek Jeter)

Y'all men designin' women, I'm a woman's man (Yeah)

I'm the Cash Money prince, blow the trumpets, band, and

They say they want the drugs to stop

But I'm a major setback when my album drop

I got that wet crack flow out your mami's pot

I got that jet black four at your mami's spot

I'm tryan get back door, I demand it now

Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down

Before the neighbors hear we over here tearin' it down

Yeah, it's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince

This is my town, my home

This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince)

This is me on my own

Let's get it on (I am the prince)

This is my town, my home

This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince)

This is me on my own

Let's get it on (I am the prince)

And the handgun is so included (Yup)

Don't get it confused, I want no confusion (Nope)

And keep your ho, I don't want your contusions (Nope)

I make my ho stop and let the dough keep movin' (Let's go)

A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance (Yes, sir)

It's money over bitches, that I'm gon' keep provin' (Let's go)

Yes, it's Weezy F, I got your mama groovin' (Say what?)

Out of all the Hot Boys, she say I'm the coolest

I bought my bag of oranges, it's time to juice it

This game is a bitch and I'm tryin' to seduce it

I floss an awful lot and haters try and reduce it

But the laser on the 45 is eyein' you, stupid

Oh, one shot to remind you who is

That fly lil' nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle

I'm off chronic combined with liquor

But niggas'll never see me like Mama Tigger, oh

An '80s baby, a fightin' nigga

I got it on my mind like a psychic, nigga

I'm somethin' you call pepper like a Viking, slick

See me over the Viking stove, I'm whitenin' bricks

Or in the middle of the shoot out untightenin' clips

Pop another one, shoot back while lightin' a spliff

I do this, you catchin' my drift?

Representin' with my section on my belly and shit

I am the prince

This is my town, my home

This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince)

This is me on my own

Let's get it on (I am the prince)

This is my town, my home

This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince)

This is me on my own

Let's get it on (I am the prince)

So roll the carpet out (Come on)

'Cause you fuckin' with a nigga from the royal South (Come on, come on)

See, you're either in or you're out

And if you're out, stay in 'cause them warriors out (Let's go)

The vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out (Let's go)

I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out (Let's go)

No, nigga, I never call your house

I'm probably somewhere takin' Toya out

Not answerin' my phone, man, ignorin' your spouse

She leavin' messages about me enjoyin' her mouth (Stop)

Ayy, I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth

Give me the name, naw, better yet, point him out

Ayy, me and the streets got a joint account

I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about

New Orleans, whoadie, put the gat in your mouth

And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out

Few roaches, but never had no rats in this house

Never tell on one another, leave that in the house

Always been a small hustler, move my packagin' out

I ever run into some trouble, send them savages out

These niggas talkin' sweet, I get them cavities out

I got graveyard fliers, man, I'm passing 'em out

Ayy, bitch nigga, get your ass on the ground

And bow down to your majesty, now I am the prince

This is my town, my home (Yeah)

This is my crown, my throne (The prince)

This is me on my own (The prince)

Let's get it on (I am the prince)

This is my town, my home (The prince)

This is my crown, my throne (Weezy)

This is me on my own (By myself, so, niggas, guess what?)

Let's get it on

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