Started From The Bottom Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Y'all don't want no problems up in here 

These niggas wear dresses and y'all call me weird nigga? 

Go in niggas' pockets while we here 

What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear nigga 

Y'all don't want no problems up in here 

Boy I'm from New Orleans where the dope fiends kill niggas 

Brains came out his fucking ear 

I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here 

Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt 

I might pass the motherfucker but most likely I'mma flunk 

Tell my bitch I could do bad on my own 

She say "You gon' miss me nigga." I say "Bitch the thrill is gone" 

I ain't drove it look better in the driveway 

Married to the MOB, man you niggas just some bridesmaids 

Bitches give me head instead of playing mind games 

Tattooed tears for my homies, it's a cryin' shame 

You could get a Dom P bottle to your face 

Niggas just construction workers, trynna build a case 

Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait 

Why your bitch blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate 

Motherfucker I'm like, 

Y'all don't want no problems up in here 

I fuck her 'til she cry, make that ho drink her fuckin' tears 

Knowing that ho, she'd swallow more than tears 

Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered 

Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask, 

Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed 

Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven 

You wonder how we know? stop talking while you cuddlin' 

Ain't nothing like some pussy when you going through something 

Just called a bad bitch, I said I'm going through something 

Bugatti sitting still, look like it's going 200 

Pussy nigga keep your mouth closed like you chew onions 

Mother fucker I'm like, 

Y'all don't want no problems up in here 

Rather be judged by my jury, not a jury of my peers 

And I got some kush to hide in brassiere 

And we only selling what the boat bring here nigga 

Y'all don't want no problems up in here 

Cause I got shooters on the roof like some fucking reindeer 

And I'm probably with the model of the year 

I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here 

Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous 

Young Money motherfucking Entertainment 

And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here 

Yeah, me, myself and I, the fucking Three Musketeers 

Smoke like I fucking disappeared 

I check your pussy ass, and wait for it to clear nigga 

Tunechi, everybody know your name like Cheers, nigga 

Started from the bottom now my whole team here nigga! 

Tunechi! 

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Yeah, D5. 

Whatup Five? 

Worry bout me, give a fuck about you 

Just as a reminder to myself 

Bust every single nut in her motherfucking mouth 

I'm like, Lord I hope she swallow more than tears.. 

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