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๐Ÿ‘ค Lil Wayne feat. Drake โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ I Am Not A Human Being โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:32
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โฑ๏ธ 4:32 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Kane is in the building

Now tell me how you love it
You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, cause we on

Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley G bro
Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you somethin' that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow, and uh
My real friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now tell me how you love it
You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on
It's Young Money motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker, alright
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boot purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train
Yes I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoked 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, Amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on a paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me

Now tell me how you love it
You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on
It's Young Money motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker, alright
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boot purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first

Uh
How do he say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin' off tour cause I made more off my second leg
Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
Uh, now-now c'mon be my blood donor
Flow so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled at?
From where they make gumbo at?
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop; I'm the heart of that, nigga nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat
Uh

Now tell me how you love it
You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on
It's Young Money motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker, alright
Now somebody show some money in this bitch (yeah)
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (soop whoop)
And I got my gun in my boot purse (five star)
And I don't bust back because I shoot first (yeah) (alright)

Yeah
We on
Young Mula, Young Mula baby

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:01.64] Kane is in the building
[00:04.44]
[00:17.25] Now tell me how you love it
[00:18.81] You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it
[00:21.91] We on, cause we on
[00:26.94] Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley G bro
[00:31.20] Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
[00:34.65] And I wanna tell you somethin' that you prolly should know
[00:37.62] This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow, and uh
[00:42.18] My real friends never hearin' from me
[00:44.31] Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
[00:47.63] That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
[00:50.63] I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
[00:53.94] We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
[00:56.92] Live in the same building, but we got different views
[01:00.25] I got a couple cars I never get to use
[01:03.48] Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
[01:07.00] And these days all the girls is down to roll
[01:09.78] I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
[01:13.08] Plus I been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
[01:15.95] Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
[01:20.35] Now tell me how you love it
[01:21.10] You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it
[01:24.94] We on
[01:26.31] It's Young Money motherfucker
[01:28.30] If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker, alright
[01:32.15] Now somebody show some money in this bitch
[01:34.32] And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
[01:39.02] I got my gun in my boot purse
[01:40.95] And I don't bust back because I shoot first
[01:45.69] Meet me on the fresh train
[01:47.24] Yes I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
[01:50.48] And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games
[01:53.65] Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
[01:57.85] And I smoked 'til I got chest pains
[01:59.99] And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
[02:03.09] Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
[02:06.25] I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
[02:10.54] Skinny pants and some Vans
[02:12.31] Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, Amen
[02:16.04] As the world spin and dance in my hands
[02:18.97] Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
[02:22.46] Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
[02:25.06] You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me
[02:28.20] I'm on a paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
[02:32.27] Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me
[02:35.91] Now tell me how you love it
[02:37.60] You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it
[02:40.77] We on
[02:42.08] It's Young Money motherfucker
[02:43.88] If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker, alright
[02:47.62] Now somebody show some money in this bitch
[02:50.02] And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
[02:54.77] I got my gun in my boot purse
[02:56.66] And I don't bust back because I shoot first
[03:00.64] Uh
[03:01.46] How do he say what's never said?
[03:03.21] Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
[03:06.46] Limpin' off tour cause I made more off my second leg
[03:09.78] Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
[03:13.47] Ball on automatic start
[03:15.56] I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
[03:18.83] Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
[03:22.34] We in the building, you niggas in apartments
[03:25.50] Uh, now-now c'mon be my blood donor
[03:28.48] Flow so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
[03:31.94] Do it big and let the small fall under that
[03:34.89] Damn, where you stumbled at?
[03:36.24] From where they make gumbo at?
[03:38.18] Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
[03:40.72] And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
[03:44.26] Hip-hop; I'm the heart of that, nigga nothin' short of that
[03:47.16] President Carter, Young Money Democrat
[03:50.86] Uh
[03:51.93] Now tell me how you love it
[03:53.35] You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it
[03:56.23] We on
[03:57.82] It's Young Money motherfucker
[03:59.45] If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker, alright
[04:03.41] Now somebody show some money in this bitch (yeah)
[04:05.80] And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (soop whoop)
[04:10.61] And I got my gun in my boot purse (five star)
[04:12.23] And I don't bust back because I shoot first (yeah) (alright)
[04:18.74] Yeah
[04:21.69] We on
[04:25.89] Young Mula, Young Mula baby
[04:27.04]

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