Shine (Extended Remix) Lyrics
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Shine (Extended Remix) Lyricsby Lil' Wayne Buy album CD: Other Songs HE - Y f/ Big Tymers, Tha Capos, Mack 10 [Mannie Fresh] Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa) Check me out (Come on) Cash Money Millionaires Check me out [Lil Wayne] Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond face wit tha diamond brace Aye, more colors than the game Simon Says Go lights out And mami on forty-fifth she said she "Diked Out" And she ain't like too much of stick, but got tha right mouth So I took it anyway But aye I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anyway OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin All these karats like I'm some kinda vegetarian If they play, I bury them, y'all already knowin I threw up my arm and really thought it started snowin See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me? Aye I got cake like everyday my birthday Wait, I don't think they heard me I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday [Hook: Mannie Fresh] (Shine) - From my head down to my shoes (Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's (Shine) - Check my baby mamma (Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) - I'ma spend it 'til it's gone (Shine) - Don't know when I'm comin home (Shine) - Doin X and drank Cris' (Shine) - My life is tha shhh... [Mack 10] I rock em all, brown rocks to baguettes I bang and ball, like blood and crypt sets On Lear Jets, I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene I'm ridin on dub dueces wit TV screens And my garge is full of rag tops and candy paints (Baby: Tha new Bently out?) If I don't got it, it ain't Cause my grind is to shine, I'm as real as they come And In case you didn't know, I'm tha man where I'm from Ask em who rock ice on tha west (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who got like thirty cars (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who got strip, scars, and bars (Baby: They say Mac) Man I'ma whole lot richer since tha for life scence Went countin myself, to a money machine I'ma get till I can't, wit tha U.P.T. It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C [Hook] (Mikkey) Now introducin Mikkey, you could find me crusin tha city Black X-5, wit four dymes wit me, Y'all feel me Down wit CMR, so you know my cash is long Brains, I ain't even gotta ask it's on Come on, tha ice is blue, the remey is red Haters turn green, queens wanna give me some head Still I'm quick to pop two in tha feds Ya know I been hungry my whole life, so I'm due for some bread Go head, name another click that could rap above us A bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in public Cats love it, boosie broads deny it They step to tha store to buy it, go home and bump it in private And you know me, I'm low key Nothin special, just a pinky ring, a Roley, a lil ice on tha bezel And when I drive by, I can't help doin tha drive-by Cause my rims be killin haters, every time I ride by [Hook] [Christina] Look, I got shoes, boots, coops wit missin roofs Chris stackin, even when I'm in tha booth Got charms and charms, you can call me tha bomb And you can call me Deep Blow, cause tha smoke under my arm Got Royces on vogues, countin banks rolls Even y'all hoes is sendin me roses I'm nasty and iced up, call me Nicisty On a bike or in a truck, yeah what you like me Shoes, bags call me Parda Haters never mess wit me, don't call me nuda (Ha-Ha) I sip dun, call me Lady Don Rock leather on my Harley, call me tha Bomb Brought a new Coup, painted it baby blue Got it new shoes sittin on twenty-two's (Mannie Fresh) Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun (wha-wha) Ya Heardz, sittin on twenty-two's [Hook] [Baby] I'ma stunna, a band new colorful hummer A Benz, I could ride everyday of tha summer Brought a Jag for my baby girl, surrounded right Wit nothin but ice, new whip wit Barda pipes I could shine when I wanna, buy a ride when I wanna Cook a brick, cut it up and sell dime if I wanna Just scored a PT and I streched it quick Big rims, six tires, candy paintin it slick Put tha ice on tha shelf until you match my wrist Golf ball earrings, thirty karats a lick Got Brian in a mink, got Pearl in a mink Carivan Excersen, twenty inches look deep Catch me on tha lake wit a flock of freaks Me and Mannie tearin it down, cause we love tha streets Gotta barbecue poppin, bouta cook up tha meat Fa sho baby girl laced wit ice and mink [Hook] [Stone] I hold it down like and what Brown and Tan stunnas Platinum matchin wrists like I broke some handcuffs Drivin a CL-6 Ridin wit Bear's clique Tha block done got hot, I'm slingin them raw bricks We givin them haters trouble They I was seachin rubber Lil wodie steady bouncin in a brand new Bubble Cop rocks like small mountains Hit blocks wit four ounces You know you can't stop our watery, we got out own fountain [Lac] You can catch me in tha Di-ablo, on chrome wit tha top missin Tha ring, tha piece, tha chain, and tha watch glistenin All in a drop Bentley on twenty-two inches Wit no note, and I sure ain't rent this Here come Lac and he stuntin, stuntin Ridin up tha lake on Super Sunday When I come through I'm tryna jump in somethin Sound at fifty, and I'm bumpin, bumpin
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