Текст песни
Young Mula baby. Mm, Young Mula baby. Uh. She's asking, "Do you have the time to Listen to me whine?" She's asking, "Who's on the other line? You diss me every time." I tell her, "Baby, I'm a star. Shit, I'm above the stars, and now I done Got so high I done forgotten who you are." Uh-huh. Ah, ah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah. Uh-huh. Ah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah. Ah, ah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah. Uh-huh. Ah, ah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah. I tell her, "I'm in love with you, but I can't be with you. Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight Right up out of town." Uh, hop back in my spaceship. Girl, I gotta drop your ass off. 'Cause I just come to take it, Then you know I gotta take off. Uh. But I'ma be here next week, So call your company and take off. Ah, ah, ah. Ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-ayy. Ah, ah, ah. Ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-ayy. And she say, "Wayne, you ain't shit. You got me all impatient." Cry me a river. I could hear my conscience while I sail off. Boy, you got a problem. Problem. And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself. And you ain't foolin' no one. You're like a Hot revolver. A hot revolver. But you ain't killin' no one but yourself. And soon she's gonna find someone else. And you gon' find yourself so all alone. Uh, minute she love me, the next minute she Hate me. That's two minutes of my time she Done wasted. She say she pray she have Weezy F.'s baby. And I be having seizures, But she say she can't shake me. And my homies say she cuter than my other Bitches. And every time I'm in that pussy, It feel custom-fitted. I swear I like her more than she think I do. Girl, when I think of you, My dick just start to jumpin' like a fuckin' Kangaroo. I suck and fuck and finger you, But you want me to cling to you. And I ain't askin' you to change 'cause I Know I can't jingle you. I got my ways, and you have your days, And we gave it our best shot, but I Just got grazed. I'm sorry. Uh. Boy, you got a problem. A problem. And you ain't foolin' no one but Yourself. And you You're like a hot revolver. A hot revolver. But you ain't killin' no one but yourself. And soon she's gonna find someone else. And you gon' find yourself so all alone.
Lil Wayne, Dre — Hot Revolver Album Version (Explicit)
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