Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf MP3 + LYRICS

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Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf MP3 Download

Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf MP3, Lil Wayne drops off his latest effort titled  “Big Bad Wolf.”

Lil Wayne finished out 2017 on a high note. After releasing Dedication 6, he shortly followed it with his “Family Feud” remix featuring Drake while simultaneously announcing Dedication 6: Reloaded.

Lil Wayne continues to tease his next mixtape with his latest effort “Big Bad Wolf” and its right in the lane of what we’ve heard already.

Listen & Download Big Bad Wolf  by Lil Wayne below:

Download Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf MP3

LYRICS OF  Big Bad Wolf BY Lil Wayne

Big Bad Wolf – Lil Wayne | Song Lyrics


Keep that shit on Twitter
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch, did her
Keep my man bitch, put up
Watchin’ me do push-ups
Just playin’ with herself and I look up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
Tunechi ’cause her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Don’t name my pistol

I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
Y’all just wussy
I got some bullets, go pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
And some elites and some college niggas
So your missus on all kind of missions
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors, business
But my pockets, pistons smokin’ hockey stick
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
When shit get ugly, I go pretty Ricky

I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie Micky
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s a piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
Why your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
Went to Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
JC Penny’s I got bitches gettin’ tired of spinning, spin it
If we winning win it
I got Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
So I had to [?] it and I had to rent it
And she worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It’s the blood gang, it’s the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentence
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses

Hungry artists, starving artists in the kitchen, restaurant and the cafeterias
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the [?]
Now you pull up looking like you crackin’ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That’s a body count with a mathematician
[?] is the baddest nipples
With a ass that jiggle bouta grab a tickle
With a throat deep enough to land a missle
If a nigga miss you then he have opinions
Tell him two cents and he half a nickel
[?] aiming at his pillars
Yeah his trigger fingers gonna act like bristles
‘Bouta catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu

Throwing pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
Need to help her friends I think that’s official
God my neighbor’s ass bigger than a census
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
She had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec, I’ll come at your neck
And send you back looking like the [?] that bit you
Yeah cannibalism going animalistic in a [?]
These niggas clones, copy cats, chameleons
Once they dead and gone no [?] familiar
When she left her thong that’s Paraphilia
Sound familiar? My plug’s Sicilian
He the one who told me that your family gotta leave ya life for million behind a million
Rhyme or reason

Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I’m hotter than Sushi, still swallow my soup bowl
I’m out of my loophole, you out in a loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pocket is sumo
Gettin’ the mulah, buy her a new tow
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, shit, might have a Hugo
Fuck with me, I go loud and paloozo
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
(Pah, pah, pah) Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
Hittin’ some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don’t flow in too low
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a Lou Holt when I was a do hole
Prom with the college and one with the juco
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though? (Rrr!)

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