Lil Wayne feat. Euro – Blackin Out (Lyrics & Audio)

Lyrics “Blackin Out” by Lil Wayne feat. Euro

Sick sh*t
Ay yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Six n*gga, Dedication Six, n*gga
Six n*gga, six n*gga, Dedication Six, n*gga
Six n*gga, sick n*gga, sick six sh*t n*gga
Just because y’all waited oh so patiently

I hear y’all new sh*t and I cringe
Your girlfriend likes me and my friends
If we hit it, that oui is not French
I’m anti-social, pardon my tints

We left E11even, at 11 AM
Raw papers full of peace, cups full of mayhem
We all wavy, I’m just sort of on a different wavelength
See they more like superstars, I’m more like Super Saiyans

Bein’ the greatest ever is my destiny still
Since a child I focused on my Kelly, Bey, and Michelle
Sittin’ back, getting head from Mademoiselle
Tryna’ put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will

Dedicated to you for the 6th time, killed it on the 5th one
Now they say I’m big time
While them n*ggas skipped lunch, I learned how to skip lines
I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mines

Used to f*ck with Sega, my uncle had a pager
I knew this drug kingpin that tried to run for Mayor
Posted on the back blocks, talkin’ player-player
If she bad then I upgrade her, get her unlimited data

They tryna’ build a wall, man my dogs gon’ hate that sh*t
And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah
We in the game, but we don’t play that sh*t
Cover your soul before they take that sh*t
Young

Right n*gga, wrong n*gga
Dope n*gga, ill n*gga
Rich n*gga, Polo n*gga
House bigger, bills bigger

Sick n*gga, Hill n*gga
Lit n*gga, chill n*gga
Racks n*gga, real bigger
Shaq bigger, lil n*gga

Facts n*gga, trill n*gga
Tax n*gga, still n*gga
Coke-on-coke, n*gga
Slopes, n*ggas; hills, n*gga

Joke, n*gga, no, n*gga
Clip bigger, quick trigger
Thick strippers, I ain’t into stick figures
Mixed signals

O.J. with the brick
N*gga runnin’ through the white
N*gga, O.J. on my wrist
N*gga, that’s Sunny Delight

N*gga, diamonds in my teeth, shinin’ like some pearly whites
N*gga, straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice
N*gga bought a lot of art, and I brought a lot to snort, hey
Beat around a bush, right after we beat the court case

Talking ’bout a war, that’s a convo at the bar, wait
Drugs in the Broncos, start the mothaf*ckin’ horse race
I take off from Earth and take your b*tch up into MySpace
I tell her keep her mouth shut
If not I got some scotch tape

Got to keep the lock-safe, referrin’ to the safe-lock
The shelves fall, the ground shake
It make it do the James Brown
I still wear the same crown
Light-skin or light-brown
I still dick her right down
Hit her with the pipe bomb

Some n*ggas like to fight crime
Some n*ggas like to fight fair
Some n*ggas got the right time
You ask him, he say, time’ll tell

Some n*ggas think they’re icons, some b*tches think that I care
Some n*ggas got a iPhone, some n*ggas had a SkyTel
Some n*ggas really pythons, I’m watchin’ out for myself
Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair

Lyin’ there, lookin’ like, aww, yeah, lawn chair
Jump right off the Con-Air and landed on the time-share
I wear Versace eyeware, feelin’ like top shelf
Cool as two Ls and rock bells hot as Scottsdale
Bombshell

Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, we on the drugs
Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out
All the guns, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, black-black-blackin’ out
On the run, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out

Yeah, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, we on the drugs
Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out
All the guns, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, black-black-blackin’ out
On the run, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out
That’s some sick sh*t…

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

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