Letra de Ya Dig - Lil Wayne

Can we talk about it now?

I mean the little trouble that we've been having lately

You know, I really— I really mean—

I really can't stand the way, you know

That we're acting toward each other

It's just not right, you know

Ahem, yeah, they love me when the mic on

But then they show my dark side when the lights on

But fuck 'em in the ass with a pipe, homes

Fuck off and let me get my life on

You crackerjack, get your white on

I will send niggas to your house while your wife home

I'm Black and proud, right on

And since these lights on, let me get my bright on

Don't worry 'bout what I'm on

I own everything around me, now get the fuck from 'round me

I should pull out my dick and watch you climb on

Get the fuck up out my hair unless you're my comb

That mean mind yours because I'm grown

And I'ma die alone with my Styrofoam

I hope you can dig what I'm saying now

And please don't get mad (Uh)

Like, get the fuck outta my business

'Cause I've been handling the fuck outta my business

Grinding, got perfect attendance

Flyer than first-class and detention

Uh, been a winner since a beginner

And my records show, now leave it in the Guinness

What do you mean, am I finished? I'm just getting started

Put you on the sideline like Vince Lombardi

Weezy, newborn baby, and it's my party

And I'm kicking like a horse on the stick-shift Ferrari

Like new cocaine, bright yellow dope

Bright red flag like a red velvet rope

I'm open for criticism

But really, is it any room for criticism? When the shit that's in 'em

Is deeper than your pool, so I swim in toilets

Bitch, I be and I been ballin', yeah

I hope you can dig what I'm saying now (Uh)

And please don't get mad

And now I'm back like spinal, attack like rhino

Got the thunder like Lion-O and leave your head spinning like vinyl

I know, psycho but tight, though

Right, ho? But you could drown in my flow 'cause my flow is a tidal

Wave, you gon' need Geico or gecko

I go get from the get-go, go let

Let go, let's go, go where? Anywhere but nowhere

Colder than a polar bear's toenail

No frail, don't break, too real

Boy, I get it poppin' like New Year's

Scream "Hallelujah", I am the one, call me new year

My car windows dark and my diamond chains too clear

Like a light blink, bitch, I wear a ice rink

Syrup pink, that ice pink, pour it up for Pimp C

Pour it up for Screw and Moe, pour it up for Bun B

Pour it up for young me, nigga

You know, I mean, it's just, you know, I just think

Maybe love to you is buying me cars, giving me money

Buying me fancy clothes

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