Right Above It - Drake/Lil Wayne.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Carter, Dwayne
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
[00:00.00]"Right Above It"(feat. Drake)
[00:01.98](Kane is in the building nigga)
[00:17.35]Now tell me how you love it, you know you at the top
[00:20.93]When only heaven's right above it, we on, 'cause we on
[00:27.31]Who else really tryna **** with Hollywood Cole?
[00:29.76]I'm with Marley G, bro
[00:31.17]Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
[00:34.25]And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
[00:37.61]This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
[00:40.67]And uh, my real friends never hearin' from me
[00:44.19]Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
[00:47.15]That's why I pick and choose, I don't get ****ed up confused
[00:50.30]I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
[00:53.58]We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
[00:56.73]Live in the same building, but we got different views
[00:59.95]I got a couple cars I never get to use
[01:03.01]Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
[01:06.38]And these days all the girls is down to roll
[01:09.48]I hit the strip club and all them b*****s find a pole
[01:12.35]Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
[01:15.51]Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
[01:18.68]Now tell me how you love it
[01:21.74]You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
[01:24.70]We on, it's Young Money, mother****ers
[01:27.61]If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, mother****er, all right
[01:31.67]Now somebody show some money in this shit
[01:34.03]And I got my B's with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig?
[01:38.55]I got my gun in my boo purse
[01:40.45]And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
[01:43.77]Meet me on the fresh train
[01:47.13]Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
[01:49.98]And all of my riders do not give a ****, X-Games
[01:53.15]Guns turn you boys into b*****s, ass change
[01:56.52]And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
[01:59.43]And you ****ers know I rep my gang like Jesse James
[02:02.49]Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
[02:05.76]I been fly so long I fell asleep on the ****ing plane
[02:09.13]Skinny pants and some Vans
[02:11.89]Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
[02:15.00]As the world spin and dance in my hands
[02:17.91]Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
[02:21.28]Uh, wake up and smell the mother****er
[02:24.38]You ****ers can't see me, but never overlook me
[02:27.66]I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
[02:30.91]Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me
[02:33.98]N, now tell me how you love it
[02:37.04]You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
[02:40.15]We on, it's Young Money, mother****ers
[02:42.91]If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, mother****er, all right
[02:47.03]Now somebody show some money in this shit
[02:49.40]And I got my bees with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig?
[02:54.02]I got my gun in my boo purse
[02:55.77]And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
[02:59.08]Uh, how do he say what's never said?
[03:02.19]Beautiful black woman,
[03:03.90]I bet that mother****er look better red
[03:05.35]Limpin' off tour
[03:06.36]'cause I made more off my second leg
[03:08.56]Ma'****in' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
[03:11.74]Ball on automatic start
[03:14.64]I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
[03:17.66]Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
[03:21.32]We in the building, you ****ers in apartments
[03:24.34]No-now, c'mon, be my blood donor
[03:27.44]Flo' so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
[03:30.52]Do it big, and let the small fall under that
[03:33.72]Damn, where you stumbled at?
[03:35.38]From where they make gumbo at
[03:36.79]Kane got the ****ing beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
[03:40.15]But you know me, I get on this mother****er and have a heart attack
[03:43.16]Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, ****ers, nothin' short of that
[03:46.27]President Carter, Young Money democrat
[03:49.49]Now tell me how you love it
[03:52.40]You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
[03:55.52]We on, it's Young Money, mother****ers
[03:58.23]If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, mother****er, all right
[04:02.45]Now somebody show some money in this shit
[04:04.81]And I got my B's with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
[04:09.33]I got my gun in my boo purse
[04:11.09]And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
[04:19.59](We on, young young mula baby)
[04:28.11]by og

文本歌词

作词 : Carter, Dwayne
作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
"Right Above It"(feat. Drake)
(Kane is in the building nigga)
Now tell me how you love it, you know you at the top
When only heaven's right above it, we on, 'cause we on
Who else really tryna **** with Hollywood Cole?
I'm with Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get ****ed up confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them b*****s find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, mother****ers
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, mother****er, all right
Now somebody show some money in this shit
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a ****, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into b*****s, ass change
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you ****ers know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the ****ing plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the mother****er
You ****ers can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me
N, now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, mother****ers
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, mother****er, all right
Now somebody show some money in this shit
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
Uh, how do he say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman,
I bet that mother****er look better red
Limpin' off tour
'cause I made more off my second leg
Ma'****in' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you ****ers in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my blood donor
Flo' so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled at?
From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the ****ing beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this mother****er and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, ****ers, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money democrat
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, mother****ers
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, mother****er, all right
Now somebody show some money in this shit
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this shit, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
(We on, young young mula baby)
by og