LYRICS: Lil Wayne – Magnolia Freestyle

Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?

–Verse 1–
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants in my sock
She runnin’ from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, stuntin’ on the block
This New Orleans, milly rock
Let ’em milly rock
You ain’t woe, don’t really rock
Evidently not, brrrr
Yeah, tell ’em it’s the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I’m higher than my socks
Twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did a show with Ja
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Starin’ at the clock, commissary stopped
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon’ drop
The bitches’ drawers gon’ drop, and then the call’s gon’ drop
I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these bitches got ass
How did they get it so fast?
They ain’t have that in the past, I still smash
In L.A. they gettin’ shots, bitch I know the docs
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock

Hollup, I ain’t from the ‘Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Solja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeah

–Verse 2–
And I, fuck, these, hoes
If, I, don’t, doze
Off, on, that, drank
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank, take lil’ bank, you know the game
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Woo, all of your bitches, they poof
All of my bitches, they’re new
They got more bitches than you
All of these hoes is gon’ loose
But my bitch keep me in the loop
She blow me like hot Campbell’s soup
My woadies come out like a troop
Innocent bystander, oops
Ain’t tryin’, I find out your fruits
I’m in a pineapple coupe
Passin’ you up like juke
Turnin’ heads like a screw
Give that ho a tip
Enough to buy a whip
Give that ho some sip
She fall asleep, I dip
I’m rich, bitch
Money, Mitch
What’s in that, bag?
14, bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Used to, used to drive a Masi’
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Tell your bitch I’m Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
I’m kamikaze-in’ you niggas, Ronda Rousey
It’s New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
Oreo Jordans, the ones that haven’t dropped, uh
Waitin’ for Carter 5 to drop, uh
It’s the, it’s the Roc, uh
Tell them bitches it’s the Roc, yeah, yeah
I’m throwin’ up the Roc, yeah

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I ain’t from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Solja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeah

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