| | Gossip Lyrics Artist(Band):Lil' Wayne
I hate this, And I don't walking around looking for it ya know But yesterday it seems just wonder around till it found me you know like Gossip found me Then why don't you try prove it How? You don't know how to prove it, Well what you just you do is.. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, Stop hating on a n*gga that is a weak emotion The lady of a n*gga And You can get tip like you waiting on a n*gga Put a body bag in the apron on a n*gga I give my all behind the mic But you could never see if you sit behind the light You don't have to pick me To win the title fight But I'm gonna wear that championship belt so tight and if I'm wrong there is snow white And if I'm wrong there is no white I'm trying to be polite But you bitches in my hair like the fucking po-lice My flow is rare There's other rappers nice Some of them even bite Some other even bite But I'm much more bright I give the game sight So before you dim the light You just might might wanna Think it over, think it over, ooo think it over baby Stop! Stop analyzing Criticizing You should realize What I am is 'n start epitomizing Confident Got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like fuck em all Pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick so sick its like my shit is dyin' It rains a lot in my city Cause my city's cry's' 'cause my cities dyin'' But I emerge from all of that I am a livin' pioneer Zion Fear god not them Steer my robbin'' coupe through the streets to the booth Then I leave a tub in the booth I leave a blood bath Sorry there's a tub in the booth Now where the drugs at Like the strings on the shoe No nigga fuck that I'm twisted like the strings on a boot Where new Orleans at? I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass So in your possession I must ask Hey haven't I been good to you tell me haven't I been sweet to you Drag my name through the mud I come out clean Cast away stones I wont even blink A gun is not a math problem I wont even think Just leave your dead like the mink under my sink Don't believe in me Don't believe me I graduated from hungry And made it to greedy My flow is like pasta Take it and eat it But I'm gonna need cheese if I'm makin' a ziti You niggas want beef I want a steak and a weevy Lost in Amsterdam but Jamaica where we be Hard body nigga takin' it easy All about my paper bout my paper like easy why do rappers, why do rappers, lie to fans Lot a rappers, lot a rappers lie like actors Cut the mother fucking camera Cut the check Fuck your props I AM hip hop & i ain't dead I'm alive. If you find some error in Gossip Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Aphra Johnson for submitting the lyrics. Review about Gossip its a nice twack | Reviewer: yazid | 10/1/2008 nice twack, on the right lane but wrong track got some shit on it a bit wack. "but you could never see if you sit behind the light?" according 2 physics dats when you see. so i'm sowi, dat line was fackd didnt say fuck, said fack like shady. sowi if i wasnt polite but crazy its yazid, not jay-z bitches. lil wayne-gossip | Reviewer: dedra | 7/2/2008 i hate gossip and i dont walk around lookin' for you but yesterday it just wandered 'round till it found me but gossip found you know gossip found me.well why dont you try proving it how you dont know how to prove it well what you just do is. stop stop stop stop hating on a nigga that is a weak emotion the lady of a nigga and you can get tipped like you waiting on nigga put in body bags and a apron on a nigga.. i give my all behind the mic but you can never see if you sit behind the light, you dont have to pick me to win a title fight but imma wear that championsip belt so tight and if i'm wrong there is no right and if i'm wrong there is no white im trynna be polite but you bitches in my hair like the fucking police my flow is rare these other rappers nice these other rappers bark some of them even bite but i'm much more bright i give the game sight so before you dim the light you just might might wanna think it over ooh think it over say it again stop analyzing critisizing you should realize what i am and start epitamizing my flow sick it's like my shit is dying it rains alot in my city cause my city's crying cause my city's dying but i emerge from all of that i am a living pioneer sighing fear god not them steer my robin coupe in the streets of the boot Review the song Gossip The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Lil' Wayne" Music | |
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