Lil Wayne – Feel Me

Prominent American Music sensation and songwriter, Lil Wayne composed this hypnotizing record which is titled “Feel Me”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter II” was officially released on 1 January 2005.

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LYRICS

So, Lil Wayne, what’s your motivation?

Is that really a question? (Yeah, shorty)

Do you really have that written down in your notepad? (You already)

You should be ashamed of yourself (C2)

You smell me, girl, I smell like money (Why not? What’s better?)

See, that’s what they don’t understand (Not a goddamn thing)

To me, it was always get money or die (Yeah)

I come up under Birdman, the Number One Stunna, you know what I mean?

I’m Stunna Jr. (Yeah), and that’s all I know, that’s all I ever knew

Get money or get nothing, you know what I’m saying? (I feel)

And I feel that way (I feel it), for real

So hard I go, I keep pushing (Yeah)

The game so crazy, I’m in it like deep pussy (Yeah)

I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie

Used to make a thousand dollars every time I played hooky (Yeah)

Dwayne Carter absent, keep looking (Bitch)

I’m present on the block, I’m a legend on the block (Yeah)

Ice so bright like heaven on the watch (Yeah)

Yeah, nigga, I done dropped one-eleven on the watch (Uh)

So watch and see what I do (Yeah, yeah)

Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo

They got the shivers, man, I got the fever

I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina

Weezy F Baby, now the F is for FEMA

Sick nigga, bitch, I spit that leukemia (Bitch)

Yeah, no cure, no help

So me, so good, so hard, so felt

Feel me

And that’s just my point right there

That’s what I’m always trying to stress, know what I’m saying?

If you don’t understand me, if you don’t feel me, then you ain’t real

In my eyes, and that’s all that count to me, you know?

So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period?

I mean, I would say the voice of the hood ’cause that’s who I speak for

And myself, you know what I mean? My family, that’s who I represent

My homies (Yeah), my girl, my life, you know?

C’mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my shit (Yeah)

You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch (Yeah)

You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch (Yeah)

You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit

Like motherfuck them niggas, what they wan’ do? I’m ready

Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo (Yeah, yeah)

Fucking with the boy, baby, that’s a gamble (Yeah)

If he won in Vegas, leave him on the crap table (Come on)

I’m willing and I’m able to come run up in your stable (Yeah)

Like nobody make a sound, where the paper? Where the paper?

Gotta get it, gotta have it (Yeah), once I got it, I’ma spend it (Yeah)

Then it’s back to doing any damn thing just to get it (Yeah)

The re-ups be like birthday parties (Huh?)

No room to park the cars in the garages (Huh?)

So outside the cribs, all you see is ‘erraris

If I ain’t say it right, fuck it, I ain’t foreign

Feel me

And see, that’s where everybody getting me wrong at, you know what I mean?

I got that heat rock, for real

Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music?

That’s because they ain’t got that heat rock like me, you know what I mean?

They ain’t spitting like me

They’re spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain’t got colds

I got the flu over here, man (Yeah), for real

I need relief

Y’all help me, for real (Yeah)

I know y’all sick of me, ’cause I’m tired of y’all, for real

And based on the bank, I’m doing much better than a lot of these niggas

I’m tired of these niggas

Yawning when I see ’em, make me stretch and pull the burner (Yeah)

I’m cocking back and passing

They catch ’em in their sternum

Ooh-ooh, that gon’ probably burn you (Yeah)

That gon’ probably learn you (Yeah)

To never, ever, ever (What?)

Ever, ever, ever come around here no more

Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch

I’m the god, I should ride with the Pope

But the boy so hood, I just ride with my ho (Yeah)

Yeah, and tell her ’bout Hollygrove

Tell her ’bout my last show, tell her ’bout my last ho

You know, just born to mack

Call me Deion Sanders, bring the corner back, yeah

I’m in my prime, niggas falling back (OK)

That’s right, I’m coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack

Feel me

And that’s just what it is, nigga (Yeah)

If you don’t like my shit, then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up

That’s how I was taught, that’s how I was brought up, and that’s how I’ma go down, man, for real

Cash Money Young Money in your motherfucking throat, bitch

Swallow slow

Weezy F Baby, this interview is over

Go to the next song, bitch

o to the next song, bitch