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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoMona Lisa
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]I see niggas in this bitchStuntin', poppin' bottlesGettin' drunk with these bitches[Próxima Parte]And when they leave they get followedFall asleep with that bitchAnd really don't know much about herThen she let us in, we take all of your shitAnd when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]I be with bitches that be with bitchesThat be with niggas with richesI tell her, "Get him," she say, "I got you"I say, "No, bitch, I said get him"And they so pretty, and they hair lengthyHe hit it and sleep on her tittiesThen she give us the word, we come through with AKsIt's a stick-up, she scream like a victimNow you feelin' so sillyI smoke color purple, I'm up in here feelin' like Celie (Ooh)Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say?Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (Ooh)You can get snaked, you can get fakedOut by the bitch that you feelin''Cause you thought that she was an angelThat bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbeeAnd you tellin' your business, she tell me your businessYou tell that bitch what you feelin'All of the beans you be spillin'To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin'sShe know where you hide it tell me where it's hiddenShe know when you're gone, tell me when to visitWe break in your home and take the specificsAnd meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with himSo she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chainsWe find out addresses, and we don't leave messesYou'll only know that it's gone when you check itThen your first thought is to start second guessin'She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothin', keep restin'"She say, "What's missin'?", "How you know somethin' missin'?"He scratch his head, she say, "Get back in bed"And she gave him some headBoy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say—ooh[Chorus: Lil Wayne][Próxima Parte]Then when they leave they get followedI be with bitches that know the bitchesThat's with the niggas we followin'Get them on the line, stay two cars behindAnd tell them hoes, "Don't be so obvious!"Mona Lisa, long hair, don't careShe handle the business and don't ever tellShe bite the bullet and cough up the shellsShe tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place!"And if he say yeah, then we meet him thereShe feed him lies with his silverwareShe don't want love, she just want her share[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]I know a bitch named LizThis nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it isSo he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fearsAnd then she tell me and I be all earsAnd then I go and tell my people and they already know himAnd then I call Liz and she say he comin' overI say, "Good girl, just remember what I told ya"She gave me the salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier"We're waitin' outside, watch him pull upWalk up to the door and right before he knockShe open the door naked, she left it unlockedThey started French kissin' so he didn't see moiAnd then she let him in, they stopped on the couchMusic up loud with his head in the cloudsTurn that shit down and I scared the piss out of himPiss a nigga off, put a gun to his frownNigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck aroundI ain't here to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants downYou know what it is, put your fuckin' hands upLiz, that's enough, you can put your hands downAnd then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at herShe a good actress and you a dead actorYou'll be dead after we get what we're afterIf Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, ohI got way too many bitches that do anything for me, niggaBut think for me, niggaSend her to you like she ain't for me, niggaI hope you alone like bankruptcy, niggaShe pour you a drink, that drank on me, niggaShe slip somethin' in it, now faint for me, niggaMona Lisa, I done painted the pictureMo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggasPussy got you out of character, niggaYou fall for these hoes off your ladder, my niggaTake everythin' that you have 'til you don't even have an opinionWe have your attentionAnd now you're lookin' down a barrel though, niggaNow she lookin' for her pantyhose, niggaWe just lookin' for the casserole, niggaBut she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga (Mona)[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeupAnd a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mallChillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarterFour minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ballPaparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uhProbably on a Internet blogIn a minute, he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his motherMan, he want to meet her mother by tomorrowMona LisaPussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the wallsAnd he diggin' in it like he livin' in itMake a new religion with it, man a nigga 'bout to go against GodPoetry in a pear treeSweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked himDid he want to make love in a yellow taxiNever gave two fucks, jumped in the backseatWoke up in the mornin' to The Great GatsbyThen he dogged it again like the bitch LassieI'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughin'I'ma call up again like I did last weekMake good with the friend and I'm all jazzyBritney with the twin and the girl AshleyFound out that I fucked, he was unhappyBitch, I never let the bullshit get past meBetter yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me'Bout a motherfuckin' double standard, actin'Fuckin' on another nigga, that's a negative aloneBut you sucked his dick? That's just nastyMatter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No!)You fuckin' with Wayne's? (No!)Bitch, gimme your phone! (No!)Let me, let me take this call real quick(… lick me like a lollipop) He on your fuckin' ringtone?Is that the shit that you do? [sniffing]Touchin' yourself, lookin' at Kendrick videosJump on the internet, watchin' his interviewsI don't know what the fuck lately got into youTell me who love you, I bet I love harderForgot all the shit that I did for your daughter?The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my mommaDaycare after school and she never did charge yaYou scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow upYou know what? I give up, let me go get my gunI got one in the chamber I'm plannin' on aimin'Goddammit, you know that the damage is doneBitch I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stressI'm not supposed to go through this, I guessSo in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killin' that pussyI'm killin' myself[Outro: Lil Wayne]She say, ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona LisaOoh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona LisaShe say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona LisaNow he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah
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