Lil Wayne feat. Drake – Family Feud (Lyrics | Audio)

Lyrics “Family Feud” by Lil Wayne feat. Drake

Yeah, Dedication 6, of course
Shout out Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dying
Yeah, alright, I got it

Super Bowl goals, I’m at the crib with Puff
He got Kaepernick on the phone, he in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode

Aye, tell me if TD Bank is approving loans
I’m thinking of paying Wayne what Universal owes
My n*gga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, sh*t outta control

Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressing go
‘Cause business is booming on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve

We gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
I need my paper long like “A Milli” verse
Or too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
F*ck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood

Nobody wins when the family feuds, n*gga
Everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude n*ggas
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, n*gga

That’s truth, no boost, n*gga
But this isn’t all about calling truce, I’m
Still dishing out verbal abuse, that sh*t could get re-introduced
If somebody got something they urging to prove, n*gga

Inspiring to the youth
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I’m hall of fame in the booth, n*gga
My karma making the news, n*gga
This pudding taste like the proof, n*gga
If I ever see Trump, he better salute n*ggas
Much as we do n*gga
For real

Yeah, yeah, yeah..
Six sh*t

I could care less about your squad, I don’t connect when I’m flying
I’m on a jet and it’s mine, I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai, I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa, shout out my n*gga Akon

Your b*tch sweating my squad, please, get the sweat out her eye
I put the dick in her spine, I f*cked the b*tch in her prime
Don’t get my credit declined, give all the credit to moms
I flipped the bird at the bird, hey, what’s for dinner

Popeyes.. these chickens got bird flu, and they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew, these boys hot, girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that b*tch
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that b*tch

Stuck my neck out and sh*t, then got the heck out that sh*t
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that sh*t
Tunechi F ’round this b*tch, the best thing left ’round this b*tch
All you n*ggas some b*tches, I feel like Hef ’round this b*tch

You call her Stephanie, I call her Steph ’round this b*tch
Now back to whipping the baby on some step mama sh*t
I come direct with my sh*t, I come correct with my sh*t
A blank check on your face, put some respect on my sh*t

Branches starting to shake, here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake and she’ll be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake, and we ain’t leaving the rake
We made the cleaners escape, although I bleeped in your face

You playing with the right one today, your flag is a white one today
You wearing them tight ones today, check me a right one today
You playing with fire today, the Angel and Lion are greats
Oh my god, lightning striking twice in this place

Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place
All this mother f*cking beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin’ she say
Talked to the sniper, he say he aiming at diapers today

Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say “BLAOW” like Spice1 would say
It’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today
I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place

You see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ

I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae, this for my people and bae
I got three sons of a gun, them n*ggas keep me on safe
Hol’ up, I am the black god to the church, I am the fat boy to dessert

I am the landlord to the first, got two bangers
One of them go “bada boom”, one of them go, bada bing
I taught these hoes how to love, I taught these boys how to lean
I’m hiding the sky in her twinkle, the eyes don’t lie until you blink them

Keep the iron for the wrinkles, the mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth, you snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you n*ggas playing yourselves

Damn, that’s some six sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I want Arabian wealth, you snakes come make me a belt
It’s every man for themselves, it’s every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you n*ggas rating yourself
I just hope it’s a pörn to watch you pussies play with yourselves
That’s some six sh*t…

➤ Album: Dedication 6: Reloaded
Produced by No I.D. & JAY-Z
Lil Wayne 2017

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