Lil Romeo Lyrics – Lil Wayne
Mink Mew Mew boots got me tip toeing
Leather sweatpants, that’s Rick Owens
Skinny so the blick showing
Semi with the *** showing
Private 757 big Boeing
Tell my pilot I say “Get going”
Yellow bone with me, skin glowing
Of course her friend join
They do what I say, they be 10-4’in and ain’t no Venmo’in
Light the J like I be Leno’in, the bae I’m ignoring
Blow the paper like a vent blowing, just like some lint blowing
It’s Tunechi [?] kitchen in the studio
Soft top double R, that’s the Ricky Rubio
Beautiful diamonds dancing like they’re in a musical
Optical illusional, Jordan pharmaceuticals
Ooh yeah wait, *** is my lighter?
Ooh wait mmm yeah, uh
And that’s Lil T on the audio, uh
We like Luigi and Mario, uh
Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh
Every flow be like a marble floor, uh
Used to buy *** by the corner store, uh
Buy whole pounds of Master P, uh
I’m a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
That chef boy Lil T and he on the stove, yeah
We like Luigi and Mario, yeah
Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah
Every flow be like a marble floor, yeah
We tote styrofoams and we comatose, yeah
I Buy a pound of some Master P, yeah
I’m a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait
Last night I had a fight with my sleep
I guess the *** got in my pores from touching all the bricks
So I just wrapped ’em up and wrote Tyson on each
I got ’em biting ears and biting their teeth
I’m talking ’bout that good snow, temp low
Don’t be surprised if I sneeze
Excuse me, god bless me, thank you
Socks on the coupe cover the ankles
I’m driving so fast I might sprain ’em
They be tryna bite the style like a caiman
But we know it’s all Wayne’s, no Damon
Only God can judge me, Jesus piece on in my arraignment
*** you talkin’ bout? Explain it
Dana Dane chains on, looking sweeter than a Danish
Painting pictures with his guts, autistic genius
I stand back and admire my art and kiss my fingers
And in God I trust, *mwah*
My nina say she wanna get her body done
Before I load the *** I told my bullets “All we got is us”
Lambi on blades, propellers, blunt long as Coachella
Mother knows best and daddy don’t know no better
I know you smell him, it’s Young Tunechi Coca
My uncle Rufus just OD’ed, we burning down the *** house
This *** calamitous, animals
And they all with the ***, unanimous
I’m sicker than an ambulance
I’m shittin’ like a baby that got sick of all the pampering
She foreign, Yugoslavian
I throw this *** and she gon’ act like I just threw a javelin
Ooh, wait, yeah yeah, uh
And that’s Lil T on the audio, uh
We like Luigi and Mario, uh
Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh
Every flow be like a marble floor, uh
Used to buy *** by the corner store, uh
Buy whole pounds of Master P, uh
I’m a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
That chef boy Lil T and he on the stove, yeah
We like Luigi and Mario, yeah
Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah
Every flow be like a marble floor, yeah
We tote styrofoams and we comatose, yeah
I buy a pound of some Master P, yeah
I’m a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait
