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Piano trap song lyrics - Lil Wayne music

Lil Wayne Piano trap lyrics
  • track 19 of 24, total running time 76:04
  • album Funeral
  • released in January 31, 2020
  • produced by Aaron Z, Alex Delicata, B Ham, Ben Billions, Benny
  • record label Young Money Entertainment / Republic Records
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Funeral tracklist

2020 via Young Money Entertainment / Republic Records

1. Funeral
2. Mahogany
3. Mama mia
4. I do it
5. Dreams
6. Stop playin with me
7. Clap for em
8. Bing james
9. Not me
10. Trust no body
11. Know you know
12. Wild dogs
13. Harden
14. I don't sleep
15. Sights and silencers
16. Ball hard
17. Bastard (satan's kid)
18. Get outta my head
19. Piano trap lyrics
20. Line em up
21. Darkside
22. Never mind
23. T.O.
24. Wayne's world

Piano trap lyrics

I pop me a perc, and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a perc, and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a perc, and I smoke me some loud (Yeah)
I pop me a perc, and I smoke me some loud

Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now
I'm bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul

I'ma thank God for my existence
I'ma thank God for my charisma
I'ma thank God that I'm on the business
And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system
I'ma thank God for the pots I had to piss in
I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it
I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics
I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic
All of my jewelry is fuckin' ridiculous
I cannot really be seriously serious
All of my goons take everything serious
Run in the building and kill your superiors
Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates
Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium
I see y'all ass all in my peripheral
Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian
She workin' that ass, continuous
I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous
I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions
Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem
I got a monogamous smile
I do not know how I do how
I give all of my daughter's no doubt
It's been all about now until now
I've been keepin' it quiet but loud
I've been keepin' it private but proud
I've been treatin' the fire like flowers
I've been keepin' it silent but "Pow"
And she 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse
Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child (Yeah)
She 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd
Oh my God, she 'bout to surf on the crowd

Pop me a perc, and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone, and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
Pop me a perc, and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone, and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
I'm bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
Damn

Ayy, tell you what you should do, son

Uh, let's get personal
Percocet got me vertical
Them Uzis get so surgical
Shooters, they shoot like Türko?lu
Murder you, then bury you
Dig a hole and throw dirt at you
You disappear like abracadabra
Magic like 32
It is my time, and, when it is, you on timeout
I'm on Cloud 9, and, nigga, you just on iCloud
I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out
You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch
Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch
Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit
Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage
Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th
Y'all are witnesses to my battle, I shall fight
Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice
Poverty to penitentiary, straight to paradise
Took a few L's without 'em, I couldn't spell 'Life'

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check here the lyrics for Piano trap, the 19th song of the 24 recorded for the album Funeral, with a total running time of 76:04, by Lil Wayne. It was released on January 31, 2020 via Young Money Entertainment / Republic Records, and produced by Aaron Z, Alex Delicata, B Ham, Ben Billions, Benny.
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