Lil Wayne - No Haters Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

[Intro]
(London on da track, bitch)

[Verse]
We catch a body and we laugh about it
I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Grinding is agonizing but it's gratifying
Skinny tires, on a salad diet
Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like "Fuck everybody"
Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies
Yeah, I fuck so long it feel like exercising
I'll test a lion before testifying
All I got is hitters in my squad
I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed, it just take a head nod
I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Zero fucks given
I make her come to the condo butt-naked
Cause, bitch, ain't no stealin
She still come visit
She don't wanna leave
She compared it to me leaving a witness
I said I get it
I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches
And this AK is not for decoration
Fuckboys give me the heebie-jeebies
I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages
Hey, if she can suck a dick and snort a Quaalude
Then, ooh baby, you got my full attention
Champagne expensive, it taste good or vintage
Open your nose, I'll put some sugar in it
I don't fuck around with them fuckarounds
I might fuck around and catch a body
I got some niggas that'll hunt you down
And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey
Woo
We catch a body and we laugh about it
I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Money and Drugs, I'm talkin Math and Science
Ooh, skinny tires, on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
Make sure he dead
Before we leave, my nigga, grab his wallet
Ooh
I got the hook up on them rocket launchers
I told Obama "Fuck with me, you know I got it"
Slim, you need to fuck with me, you know I got it
I know somebody that know somebody
Look
Traffic dying, we still trap-or-dying
It's agonizing, but it's gratifying
Squad
I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed, it just take a head nod
Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Hold up
You ain't got no hitters in your squad
I could get you killed, that's my real day job
I'm a crime of passion, I'm a fuckin hate crime
Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 mile
I'm the motherfuckin' man
Scarface, Facemob
Pockets lookin like the Blob
Chips like Cape Cod
Bust your motherfuckin egg til I see egg nog
My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob
Hold up
Who know how to read gang signs?
Cause we gon throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time
I got white, I got brown; sell it at the same time
That's that James Brown and that's that James Bond, ooh
We catch a body and we laugh about it
It's catastrophic but we glamorize it
It's agonizin but it's gratifyin
Skinny tires on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
No hesitation, no stall
Like the bathroom crowded
Chopper so big, so tall it could wrap around me
Triple A – Astronomic And Atomic
Tunechi
And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait
And I'm so sorry for the wait