Lil Wayne — Banned from T.V.

[Intro] Ugh Arms [Verse] Ayo, it’s Weezy Motherfucking, easy with the hating Bitch, I’m in the building, you just decorating I’m just detonating, then I get blatant More dangerous than internet dating Scoob got the cameras on, so I gotta show off I'll put your sister on, I'll knock your bro off Weezy spit snowballs, catch it in your face bitch Good-Game Wayne, man, I deserve a Naismith Cook 'caine game flow, dope in the vein flow I only be smoking the purple out the rainbow Stronger than Drano, your boyfriend a lame-o And if you stay with him, then y’all in the same boat Deep-Water Carter, fishing for a dollar You can join the salad, I’m splitting your tom-a-ta Ball 'cause I gotta, you’ll love me in the morning I told her I'm a king, them other niggas Prince Charming She love to rock my mic, she say there's nothing like performing Man, I'm in love with her grill, George Foreman Forewarning: Young Money’s armed And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn Yeah! Take that to the bank with you I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures Smoke weed, talk shit, like Lane Kiffin Whole country in recession, but Wayne different Huh, and I’m a Maybach rider Haven’t drove it one time, I got a cool Black driver Can't walk around with guns, I got a dude that got 'em Don’t worry if I'm shootin' as long as you don't get shot (Arms) And I'm a beast, I'm a pitbull I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled I—I'm a beast, I'm a big bull I got my money right, I got my clip full, haha Yeah, it’s like, seven in the morning, nigga I’m up for whoever the opponent, nigga Stop the track—let me relish in the moment, nigga Now, bring that motherfucker back, 'cause I’m zoning, nigga I go hard like Rafael Nadal And if the bitches worth having, then I bet we have 'em all And man, I'm so high, it's like an everlasting fall And I’m charging these hoes like women basketball Ugh! I bet that chopper get his mind right Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite Superhero car, like I crime-fight I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice Ugh, T-Streets still roll with me Still sticking to the script, like Nicole Kidman Need the man hit? We are those hitmen He stopped running; the bullet holes didn’t Ugh, basically, I’m still a monster 'Til the fat lady sing—I come to kill a opera Y'all too plain, I'm a helicopter My words keep going, like a teleprompter I’m a asshole—wipe me down, bitch I get big checks—Niketown, bitch Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit And the flag red, like clown lips (Arms) Ugh, T, I can't stop goin' Drop my best shit, like the Cowboys dropped Owens I’m the best to ever do it, motherfucker, I know it No Ceilings, Goddammit, now the fucking sky showing, ugh! [Outro] Hahahahaha!