High Beamin' Lyrics - Tha Block Is Hot - Lil Wayne

[BG] 

Niggas be hatin 

'Cause BG got it 

Every top of the line car they got 

Look I ride it 

From the Hummer to the Rover 

To the drop jag 

B and C lex truck 

Nothin' my click ain't had 

Everybody head was fucked 

When they heard bout the deal 

Cash Money hotboys climbed for 30-mill 

Already was straight now we livin larger 

Already was ballin now we ballin harder 

bitches can't take me 

Cause my wrist stay flossed out 

Niggas hate me cause all day i'm flossed out 

Ghetto made me 

My dog, Baby, saved me 

Niggas find out they hoe got fucked,? 

That's how it go 

It ain't my fault I got mega cheese 

Walk that walk 

Talk that talk i'm BG 

Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on 

Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On 

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[Chorus 3x] 

Me and my click be sizzlin hot steamin 

Bouncin' through diamonds high beamin' 

[Wayne] 

Wha 

I'ma flosser baby, baller baby 

A fifteen year old shot caller baby 

And I'm racin through 

In the all black chrome 

A Mercedes Coupe 

Got yo' wife at my house 

And she naked too 

And all my niggas all around 

Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead to what you do' 

It's Weezy dog and off the heezy dog 

And I'm surrounded by the ice 

It got me freezin' dog 

And it's plain and simple 

Won't change 'cause it's natural 

Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all 

Got the game from Beatris 

I'm tryin to see six numbers 

Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers 

Leave the Grammy awards with six womens 

And make a stop at the gas station for six rubbers 

Put it together 

This is the life when you get full of the cheddar 

Don't try to end it or you would'nt get better, what 

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[Chorus 4x] 

[Wayne] 

La, la, la, la 

Here I come star rapper 

I get the fast money 

Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money 

Standin out the roof of my car 

And flash hundreds 

Take your girl to the mall 

Spend a G like that's nothin 

She lay on the floor 

Open up the spot 

Take off her draws 

Let me see the cunt 

Don't stop Lil' Weezy 

We's ain't nothin nice 

But gats in my Jesus Christ 

Nothin but ice 

When they see me at night 

Behind I stay high 

Snatch yo' wife 

Run up in her with the K-Y 

But it's on man 

Ever since I was born Wayne 

Nigga get out of line 

I get dirty like John Wayne 

I'm bout stuntin', flossin' 

Whatever come wit it 

And I don't shoot guns 

Unless they have a drum wit it 

At first they wasn't wit it 

Thought that I was jokin 

Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it 

[Chorus]