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• Feel Me • | by Lil Wayne
[Woman]
So Lil’ Wayne, what’s your motivation?
[Lil Wayne]
Is that really a question? (Yeah shorty)
Do you really have that written down on your notepad? (You already)
You should be ashamed of yourself (C 2)
You smell me girl
I smell like money
See, that’s what they understand
To me, is was all let’s get money and die
I come up under Birdman number 1 stunna ya know what I mean
I’m stunna Jr. and that’s all I know, that’s all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing ya know what I’m sayin
And I feel that way, fo real

[Verse 1]
So hard I go I keep pushin (yeah)
The game so crazy I’m in it like deep pussy (yeah)
I got tripped from tryin to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars every time I play hooky (yeah)
Dwayne Carter absent keep lookin (bitch)
I’m present on the block I’m a legend on the block
Ice so bright like heaven on a watch
Yeah nigga I done dropped one-eleven on my waaaatch
So while I’ll just see what I do
Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing achhuuuu
They got the shivers, mayne I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for FEMA
Sick nigga bitch I spit that leukemia (BITCH)
Yeah, no cure no help
So me so good so hard so felt
FEEL ME!

[Lil Wayne]
And that’s just my point right there
That’s what I’m always tryin to stress
Know what I’m sayin?
If you don’t understand me if you don’t feel meager you ain’t real
In my eyes and that’s all it count to me, you know

[Woman]
So, is your music considered the voice of Urban America or America purity?

[Lil Wayne]
I mean, I would say, the voice of the hood
Cause that’s who I speak for, and myself you know what I mean?
My family that’s who I represent
My homies (yeah)
My girl
My life, you know?

[Verse 2]
Come on
Ban this shit nigga pump my shit (yeah)
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch (yeah)
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch (yeah)
You gotta aim that shit in straight bust that shit
Like, muthafuck them niggas what they want do I’m ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo
Black Rambo (yeah)
Fuckin with the boy baby that’s a gamble (yeah)
If we were in Vegas leave em on a crab table (come on)
Or willing and I’m able to come and run up on your stable
Like nobody make a sound, where the paper where the paper go?
Gotta get it gotta have it once I got it I’mma spend it
And back to doing any damn thing just to get it (yeaaahh)
The ??? will be like birthday parties
No room to park the cars in the garages
So outside the crib all you see is a ???
If I ain’t say it right fuck it I ain’t foreign
FEEL ME!

[Lil Wayne]
You see that’s why everybody get me wrong game you know what I mean
I got that heat right
Fo real

[Woman]
Why do you think other rappers lack in impact of your music?

[Lil Wayne]
That’s because they ain’t got their heat right like me, you know what I mean?
They ain’t spittin like me, they spittin,
But know what I mean, they ain’t got codes
I got the flu over here man
Fo real
I need relief, yall help me, fo real
Hahaha
I know yall sick of me cause I’m tired of yall fo real

[Verse 3]
In based on the paint, I’m doin much better than a lot of these niggas
I’m tired of these niggas
Yawnin when I see em make me stretch and pull a burner
I’m cockin back the passim, they catch em in their sternum (Uf-uh uh)
That’ll probably burn you
That’s probably learn you, to neva eva eva
Eva eva eva come round here no more
Rich gangstas so familiar you gotta die with the broke bitch
And my daughter she’ll ride with the Pope but the boys so hood I’ll just ride with my hoe (yeah)
Yeah, and tell her about ???, tell her about my last show, tell her about my last hoe
You know, just born a mack call me Deion Sanders bring the corner back (yeah)
I’m in my prime niggas fallin back (Ok)
That’s right I’m comin baby yeah as hard as crack
FEEL ME!

[Lil Wayne]
And that’s just what it is man (yeah)
If you don’t like my shit then fuck you on your shit man straight up
That’s how I was taught that’s how I was brought up and that’s how I’mma go down
Fo real
Cash Money, Young Money we muthafuckin throwed bitch
Swallow it slow
Weezy F Baby
This interview is over
Go to the next song, bitch
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