High School (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Lil Wayne

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    He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple acres
    A couple fake Visas 'cause he never got his papers
    Gave up on love, fuckin' with them heartbreakers
    But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
    He was mixed with a couple things, ball like a couple rings
    Bricks in the condo and grams to Sing Sing
    Left arm, baby mother tatted
    Five year bid up north when they ratted

    Anyway, I felt him, helped him, put him on lock, seat belt him
    Took him out to Belgium, welcome
    Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
    This box better than the box he was held in
    I'm Momma Dee in that order, I call him Daddy like daughters
    He like it when I get drunk, but I like it when he be sober
    That's top of the toppa, I never fuck with beginners
    I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers

    (I'm in the zone) they holler at me, but it's you, you, this ain't high school
    Me and my crew, we can slide through
    Give it to you whenever you want, put it wherever you want
    Baby, it's yours
    Anywhere, everywhere
    Baby, it's your world, ain't it? (Alright)
    Baby, it's your world, ain't it? (Uh)

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    She got a nigga at home and one on the side
    Best friend is a dyke, they fucked around a few times
    Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight
    I tell her make me some money, she tell me: Make me a wife
    I tell her: Bitch, you crazy? Fuck wrong with you?
    And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisser
    And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hittin'
    And I say: What about them niggas? She say: What about them niggas?
    You right, what you doin' tonight?
    Put on somethin' tight, don't judge me, I get life
    She love me like a brother, but fuck me like a husband
    Pussy like a oven, too hot to put my tongue in
    All I had to do is rub it, the genie out the bottle
    Pussy so wet, I'ma need goggles
    She tell me that's it's mine, I tell her stop lyin'
    Mine and who else? She say: Worry 'bout yourself (Lil Tune)

    They holler at me, but it's you, you, this ain't high school
    Me and my crew, we can slide through
    Give it to you whenever you want, put it wherever you want
    Baby, it's yours
    Anywhere, everywhere
    Baby, it's your world, ain't it?
    Baby, it's your world, ain't it?

    I know you want it, boy, I see you tryin'
    Just keep on pushin', I'ma let you slide in
    Just close your eyes and this horizon
    It's ready, come get you some
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Song details

    Composition: Lil Wayne, T-Minus, Nicki Minaj, and Boi -1da

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