Lyrics of 'Original Silence (feat. Mack Maine)' by Lil Wayne

I'm so twisted
Lil tunechi in this bitch tell them hoes I'm ready
Them niggas pissed off, call em r. Kelly
I'm higher than a bitch, I smoke that keisha, frank and effy
Man, all of these broads on my johnson like betsy
Got a card in my pocket blacker than that nigga wesley
Life is a bitch? Well, my bitch is sexy
First I'm on a jet, and then I'm on a jet ski
I make these female dogs heel like giuseppes
Man, you be poppin shit, and I be poppin off
I'm full of alcohol like a cotton ball
I just pick em up and mr. G just drop em off
I serve these hoes mr. Volleyball
Spikes on my shoes, thats them lou-bs
I'm on my ps & qs, smokin qps
Nigga, I'm chillin catch a cool breeze
Ill build a tree house if money grow on trees
Fuck with me wrong, ill send your head to your mama
Death bed, nigga, where the fuck is your pyjamas?
Blood all day, period, no commas
Everybody tryna watch, but I'm timeless

Dark ass shades, I cant see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter
I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun that bitch go pew
That bitch go pew, that bitch go pew
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pew
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

Bitch I'm from new orleans, rest in peace magnolia shorty
And I come from hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, the grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden pow! Iow! pow! I aint with arguing
Leave a nigga leakin, if you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin
Got a buncha bitches tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls like graffiti
You a dead pita bread, youre a fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
Fuckin with lil tunechi, get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga
And its party time, excellent, waynes world
Party time, excellent, waynes world
Tonight ill probly fuck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, waynes world

Dark ass shades, I cant see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter
I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun that bitch go pew
That bitch go pew, that bitch go pew
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pew
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

[Mack maine]
Mack in this bitch, tell them hoes I'm bout it
These niggas sweet, a bunch of fuckin brownies
The fuck you talkin bout? I'm a g like a thousand
I'm on my one two, and bitch I'm still countin
You niggas got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out em
You dont want that, homie
Plus I got that pick-up on me, finger fuck nina, she horny
You wont see tomorrow morning, nigga
We so fuckin cold, young money, money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose, nigga
I'm so hollygrove, fuck them other niggas
And if the guns strong ill paint a fucking picture
You know what I'm on, a bag of that strong
You know where I'm going, bitch, I'm goin, goin, gone!
Nigga, holla at your boy, I dont give a fuck
Got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you niggas up

Dark ass shades, I cant see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter
I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun that bitch go pew
That bitch go pew, that bitch go pew
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pew
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too