Magnolia (freestyle) Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro] 

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? 

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[Verse 1] 

Uh 

In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock 

She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt 

Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked 

Yeah, Stunna number block 

This New Orleans milly rock 

Let 'em milly rock 

Me and woe don't really rock 

Evidently not, brrrr 

Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC 

In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks 

I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox 

I did a show with Ja 

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? 

Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot 

Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock 

They threw me in the box, eight months tops 

Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped 

Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop 

The bitches' drawers gon' drop, and then the call's gon' drop 

Hello? 

I ball too hard, they flop, woah 

And all of these bitches got ass 

How did they get it so fast? 

They ain't have that in the past, I still smash 

In L.A. they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs 

M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock 

Photos 

[Chorus] 

Hollup, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier 

And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah 

[Verse 2] 

And I, fuck, these, hoes 

If, I, don't, doze 

Off, on, that drank 

If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame 

Weed, stank, it better be the only thing 

Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game 

All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter 

The fireman and fire starter, need water 

Woo, all of your bitches, they poo 

All of my bitches, they're new 

They got more bitches than you 

All of these hoes is gon' loose 

But my bitch keep me in the loop 

She blow me like hot Campbell's soup 

My woadies come out like a troop 

Innocent bystander, oops 

Ain't tryin' might find out your fruits 

I'm in a pineapple coupe 

Passin' you up like juke 

Turnin' heads like a screw 

Give that ho a tip 

Enough to buy a whip 

Give that ho some sip 

She fall asleep, I dip 

I'm rich, bitch 

Money, Mitch 

What's in that, bag? 

14, bricks 

You got 14 bricks in that bag? 

Used to, used to drive a Masi' 

Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti 

Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies 

Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty 

Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley 

I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey 

It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks 

OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh 

Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh 

It's the, it's the Roc, uh 

Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah 

I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah 

[Chorus] 

I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier 

And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah