Lil Wayne – I’m Me

I’m Me is another hypnotizing and compelling record composed by an award winning American rapper, Lil Wayne.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter III” was officially released on 8 June 2008.

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LYRICS

The hottest under the sun (who that?)

Ain’t nobody fucking with me, man

And you already know that, pimping

Cash Money Records, where dreams come true

Fuck up my dream, somebody gon’ die tonight

And you already know that, pimping

Aye, it’s Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang

Un-fucking-believable! Lil Wayne’s the president

Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, even if they celibate

I know the game is crazy, it’s more crazy than it’s ever been

I’m married to that crazy bitch; call me Kevin Federline

It’s obvious that he’ll be Cash Money ’til the death of him

The ground shall break when they bury him—bury him?

I know one day they got to bury him

Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don’t let the Devil in

People, it’s just me and my guitar

Yeah, bitch, I’m heavy-metalling

You can get the fucking Led Zeppelin

Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they’re full of estrogen

And we hold court and take your life for a settlement

Yes, I am the best—and no, I ain’t positive, I’m definite

I know the game like I’m reffing it

This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the New Testament

And I’m the God, and this is what I bless ’em with

Bitch, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me

Baby, I’m me, so who you?

You’re not me, you’re not me

And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I’m a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire

I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I’m a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire

Yeah, Junior

It’s Cash Money over everything

It’s in my blood, I feel it running in every vein

I’m from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud

What’s really good, I’m ’bout that ruckus like Fudd

And I stayed on my floor at Cash Money, like a rug

Tied to the fucking Birdman like a lug

And dear Mr. Ronald Williams

To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim

Cash Money million-heir to the throne

Going at their heads, like hair in a comb

Sitting by the window, I just stare at the storm

Know I’ll make it through it like hair in a comb

Young Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses

And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness

And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished

So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

Bitch, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me

Baby, I’m me, so who you?

You’re not me, you’re not me

And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I’m a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire

I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I’m still a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami

Sleeping on a nigga like I’m rapping in my jammies

I’m rapping when you sleep

I was rapping when you were in jammies

Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book ’em, Danny

I’m a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne

I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain

Now I’m stuck here to deal with the house’s pain

Fuck with me, I will peel like the house’s paint—let’s go!

Niggas don’t wanna see me ’cause I’m better in bold

The only time I will depend is when I’m 70 years old

That’s when I can’t hold my shit within, so I shit on myself

‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else

I try to tell you like I’m saying something

I’m from the Dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff

And now nothing gonna stop me, so just envy it

Hey, I’ll accept a friendly quit, ha ha

Bitch, I’m me, I’m me, bitch I’m me

Baby, I’m me, so who you?

Fuck you, you’re not me

And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I’m a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire

I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care

I’m a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch!

The hottest under the sun (who that?)

Ain’t nobody fucking with me, man

And you already know that, pimping

Cash Money Records, where dreams come true

(Who that?) Somebody gon’ die tonight

And you already know that, pimping

Aye, it’s Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang