Open Safe

Lil Wayne

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    Turn the music up
    Mustard on that beat, ho

    Tattoos on my face, nigga (mm)
    Grill shinin' in your face, nigga (yeah)
    Blowin' smoke in your face, nigga (mm)
    Hoes smilin' in my face, nigga
    Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga (hello)
    She out of line, she out of place, nigga (hello)
    Everybody know my face, nigga
    All eyes on me, get the mace, nigga
    Uh, bad bitch with the face glitter
    Snoop Dogg, murder was the case, nigga
    Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga
    We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
    Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga
    We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
    Yeah, if it's beef, we overate, nigga
    Bap, bap, bap, bap, it's no debate, nigga
    Yeah, there go the bass, nigga
    You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga
    Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga
    I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her
    New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga
    Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, nigga
    I hope this bitch don't think that I'mma have faith in her (no-no)
    Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her
    When the dick was halfway in her
    Damn, you ain't dead yet? I'm amazed, nigga
    Guess what? I'm comin' back with that gauge, nigga
    Leather face, but I’m feeling like suede nigga
    Got you dizzy, turning over in your grave, nigga
    I could shoot this bitch and still drive straight, nigga
    Bap, bap, bap, bap, I'm irate, nigga
    5'5" stuntin' like I'm 5'8", nigga (what?)
    Bumbu out the glass, no chase, nigga (Bumbu)
    Only smoke on gas, no brakes, nigga
    No brakes, road rage, my new money gonna die of old age
    When they shoot, we don't race, we gon' need our own space
    Need a piece of that pie, we gon' need it homemade
    I be comin' home late, bad bitch, long face
    She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way
    '96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes
    And I never been intrigued by the patterns on snakes
    You could dump a dead body, man, I think I know a place
    She gon' suck the prototype then swallow all the proteges, nigga
    Lookin' like a open safe, nigga
    We in this bitch, lookin' like Miss Oprah's safe, nigga (we're safe)
    My homie caught a whole case (whole case)
    Celebratin' like he got a cold case, nigga (oh!)
    Whew, wait, nigga
    Had to take a smoke break, nigga
    A smoke break, nigga

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    I stick her hands in the fan blades, nigga
    That's when she told me where her man stayed, nigga
    I ran up in that bitch on a rampage, nigga
    In the morning, brains in the pancakes, nigga
    My bitch classy and she keep her classmates with her
    Your bitch ashy and she keep a ashtray with her
    Had to do it one time for my skate niggas
    Skate up on you, blam-blam, skate away, nigga
    Kick push, that means grind and get paid, nigga
    These pay cuts bleed through the Band-Aid, nigga
    So walk it like you talk it, sashay, nigga
    Skate up on you, blam-blam
    Okay nigga, I just left José nigga, I just left José, nigga
    Federales on my ass, fuckin' had a boat chase, nigga
    They didn't see no face, nigga
    Your bitch spent the whole day with us
    If she open her fuckin' mouth, knock all the white out, no racism
    That's cold, homies, pump that bass, nigga
    And sometimes we close the safe, nigga
    But there ain't no code to break, niggas
    I capitalize off my own mistakes, you lowercase, nigga
    Your bitch cut her legs when they was on my shoulder blades, nigga
    Don't hate (don't hate) call an ace, an ace, nigga
    Got Mack with me up in this bitch and a MAC just in case, nigga
    I'm a Scarface, nigga, fuck your human race, nigga
    I'm on base, nigga, yeah Lil Tunechi safe, nigga
    Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga
    We in this bih lookin' like an open safe, nigga
    Ya, uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga
    We in this bih lookin' like an open safe, nigga
    Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga
    She outta line, she out of place, nigga
    I hope that they gon' think that I'ma have faith in her (no-no)
    Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her

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    Composition: Lil Wayne, Dj Mustard, and Mike Free

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