Maybe She Will Lyrics by Lil Wayne Ft. Drake
Young Money (Young Money, Young Money)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Fo' (Fo', fo')
Ah-um (Ah-um, ah-um)
I tell her
Now go on, pop that pussy for a real nigga
I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less
I'm in hell's kitchen with an apron and a hairnet
Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale, I'm weighin' sins and forgiveness
What goes around comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch, well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I'm danglin' my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can't see me, nosebleed seats
And today I went shoppin', and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drum set
I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet
(Haha) But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split
Drake
Uh
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me "Baby, it's real"
And I say "I ain't doubt you for a second"
I squeeze it and I can't tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here
Baby, you know the deal
'Cause she bad, so maybe she won't
But shit, then again, maybe she will
Yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
I tell her
Now go on pop that pussy for me
Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me
And you can take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat 'er 'til she cry, call that whine and dine
Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' posters
They say choose wisely, that's why I was chosen
Rockin' like asphalt, it's the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took its mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face out and her ass north
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split
Uh
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me "Baby, it's real"
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can't tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here
Baby, you know the deal
'Cause she bad, so maybe she won't
But shit, then again, maybe she will
Yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
(Ladies and gentlemen, Drizzy)
Uh
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me "Baby, it's real"
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here
Baby, you know the deal
'Cause she bad, so maybe she won't
But shit, then again, maybe she will
Yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
(I think I love her)
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