(Lyrics) Lil Wayne – Magnolia Freestyle


Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse 1]
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She running from the c**k and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number block
This New Orleans milly rock
Let ’em milly rock
Me and woe don’t really rock
Evidently not, brrrr
Yeah, tell ’em it’s the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I’m higher than my socks
I’m twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did a show with Ja
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them b*****s found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Staring at the clock, commissary stopped
Man when Carter 5 drop, a n***a jaw gon’ drop
The b*****s’ drawers gon’ drop, and then the call’s gon’ drop
I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these b*****s got a*s
How did they get it so fast?
They ain’t have that in the past, I still smash
In L.A. they getting shots, b***h I know the docs
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your b***h know where we dock

Hollup, I ain’t from the ‘Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeah

[Verse 2]
And I, f**k, these, hoes
If, I, don’t, doze
Off, on, that drank
If I, do, b***h you to blame, coochie lame
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank, take lil’ bank, you know the game
All these b*****s want Young Carter, Young Carter
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Woo, all of your b*****s, they poo
All of my b*****s, they’re new
They got more b*****s than you
All of these hoes is gon’ loose
But my b***h keep me in the loop
She b*****e like hot Campbell’s soup
My woadies come out like a troop
Innocent bystander, oops
Ain’t trying might find out your fruits
I’m in a pineapple coupe
Passing you up like juke
Turning heads like a screw
Give that ho a tip
Enough to buy a whip
Give that ho some sip
She fall asleep, I dip
I’m rich, b***h
Money, Mitch
What’s in that, bag?
14, bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Used to, used to drive a Masi’
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Tell your b***h I’m Mr. Biggs, my n***a, Ron Isley
I’m kamikaze-ing you n****s, Ronda Rousey
It’s New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven’t dropped, uh
Waiting for Carter 5 to drop, uh
It’s the, it’s the Roc, uh
Tell them b*****s it’s the Roc, yeah, yeah
I’m throwing up the Roc, yeah

I ain’t from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yea


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