Black Out - Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana

She said band’s make her dance, I’m beating drums and blowing horns

She told me that if I give her a tip she give me bank head like Bowen Homes

She tried to lock that pussy up, but I came through like bail bonds

White seat (yeah), white mink (yeah), white car, I’m the black Fonz (Fonz)

Say yeah nigga I’m back (I'm back), yeah nigga I’m back (I'm back)

Tell Mitt Romney fall back, my president still black

I ain’t gotta press no buttons nigga, I wake up with my swag on

Y’all niggas is broke (broke) your pockets should have a cast on (hah)

Bitches think I’m a photographer, my next tape with that flash on

My waist stay with that flash on, it’s lights out when I clap on

I’m lit nigga, I’m lit nigga, like Times Square when the ball drop (drop)

Word is they be sleeping on me, well make this they alarm clock

Bitch I.

Black out in that pussy, I black out in that pussy

I’m addicted, like she got a crackhouse in that pussy

Man I smash out in that pussy, then I pass out in that pussy

We stomp that nigga out, and watch him drag out that pussy

She don’t even know me like that, uh

But she gon' learn today, yeah

And every big dog like cat, girl

And they done let me out my cage and she told me

She need me in her life, but I told her

You need dick in your life, and she said

You know, you’re probably right

Great minds think alike, and then I paint her white

So I can

Living la vida loca, I hate being sober

These niggas sayin' I broke but, I bet them nigga broker (ha)

I’m Batman and you Joker’s, she gave me neck, choke her

And I have the super, so yeah nigga I soaked her (yup)

Damn, that’s your lady?

Damn, that’s your lady?

She got your name tatted, that’s crazy, I cover that with my babies (yup)

Told her to come downstairs, we did it all in my Caddy'

Asked her where them kids is at, she said upstairs with they daddy (WHOOO)

Money coming in by the packs, everyday I pop tags

In the club wasting this cash;

bitch, keep bouncing that ass

She said real niggas don’t last, they say real niggas don’t last

Nah, it’s just too many fake niggas making real niggas look bad

Get lost with your lame ass, livin' fast — no brake pads

Stop (stop), wait (wait), now frame that

My lifestyle ain’t for bitch niggas, I use lifestyles on your bitch, nigga

I see a bitch, I want a bitch, and I just tell my bitch get it

And I

YEEEAAH~!