Playing With Fire - Lil Wayne, Betty Wright

So you’ve got so many diamonds

You wear all the finest clothes

And your grill is shining

As you’re driving down the streets of gold

But you can’t blame me

If I set this stage on fire

Ha!

Ha!

Momma always told me I was crazy

And my hoes say I’m amazing, but I don’t listen to a lady

But the bitch say I’m hot, and I say «No bitch, I’m blazing»

Like, what the fuck you expect?

I’m a motherfucking Cajun

I feel caged in my mind, it’s like my flow doing time

I goes crazy inside, but when it comes out—it's fine

Like wine;

wait, watch…

See?

I get better with time like a watch

Osh B’Gosh, Posh Spice husband

Couldn’t kick it like I kick it, bitch!

I Kix it

No cereal, like a landing, I sticks it

Wherever she asks me, after she licks it

«That's too explicit»;

well, why you listening?

That’s her pussy

So, hey, pussy: play with pussy or play pussy

But you can’t blame me

If I set this stage on fire

Hahahaha!

They say, «You're nobody 'til somebody kills you

Well, where I’m from, you’re nobody 'til you kill somebody

And you know what they say: when you great

It’s not «murder,» it’s «assassinate»

So assassinate me, bitch

'Cause I’m doing the same shit Martin Luther King did

Checking in the same hotel, in the same suite, bitch

Same balcony, like, «Assassinate me, bitch!»

It’s Lil Tunechi

I don’t rap, I film movies

With my rap, you could call me

«Mr.

Director’s Chair,» yeah, and that’s a wrap

Cut!

On to the next…

Not the next scene, bitch, the next check

Some say the X makes the sex 'spec-

So play with the pussy or play pussy

So you’ve got so many diamonds

Hey, pussy, lay pussy

You wear all the finest clothes

Do what I… say, pussy, and I say, I say

And your grill is shining

Lay pussy, lay pussy, lay, pussy, haha

As you’re driving down the streets of gold

Hey, pussy, haha!

But you can’t blame me

Hey pussy, don’t play pussy

If I set this stage on fire!

Get 'em!

Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle

Braveheart, bitch, like the times are medieval

Married to the game, divorced the cathedral

Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people

Forced into evil, it’s all in your head

It’s all so cerebral, call me Knievel

You follow and I lead you, straight to the needles

The bottles, the battles, the beetles’ll eat you

Momma named Cita—I love you, Cita

'Member when your pussy second husband tried to beat ya?

'Member when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver?

He ain’t give a fuck, I ain’t give a fuck neither

He could see the devil, see the devil in my features

He could smell the ether, you can see Cita

You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features

And she don’t play neither

But you can’t blame me

If I set this stage on fire!

C3, 3Peat