MONA LISA- LIL WAYNE FT KENDRICK LAMAR

Intro

I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee

Hope it ain't too many feelings involved…

Lil Wayne

I see niggas, in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles,

Getting drunk, with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed

Fall asleep, with that bitch and really don't know much about her-

Then she let us in, we take all of your shit

And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, ‘I love it’

I be with bitches, that be with bitches, that be with niggas with riches-

I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him" (huh)

And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her titties

And she give us the word, we come through with AK's

It's a stick up, she scream like a victim;

Now you, feeling so silly

I smoke colour purple

I'm up in here feeling like silly (ooh)

Nappy ass dreads, what's that you say?

Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (ooh)

You can get snaked, you can get faked-

Out by the bitch that you feeling;

'Cause you- thought that she was an angel

That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a Frisbee

And you! Telling your business, she tell me your business

You tell that bitch what you're feeling

All of the beans you be spilling

To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillings

She know where you hide to tell me where it's hidden

She know when you're gone, tell me when to visit, we break in your home,

And take the specifics and meanwhile the bitch is on vacation with him –

So she don't get blamed… --

We don't snatch chains, we find out addresses

And we don't leave messes

You'll only know that it's gone when you check it

Then your first thought is to start second guessing

She say, "What's wrong?” he say "Nothing, keep resting"

She say, "What's missing?", "How you know something missing?"

He scratch his head, she say "Get back in bed"

And she gave him some head

Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say

Hook

(Ooh)

I see niggas, in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles-

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed

I be with bitches, that know the bitches, that's with the niggas we following;

Get them on the line, stay two cars behind, and tell them hoes, "Don't be so obvious"

Mona Lisa

Long hair, don't care,

She handle the business and don't ever tell

She bite the bullet and cough up the shells

She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place"

And if he say, ‘Yea', then we meet him there

She feed him lies with his silverware

She don't want love, she just want her share

I,

Know a bitch named Liz, this nigga think she his

'Cause she tell him that it is

So he tell her all his secrets,

He tell her all his fears

And then she tell me, and I be all ears

And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him

And then I call Liz and she say he comin' over

I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you"

She gave me the salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier"

We're waitin' outside, watch him pull up, walk up to the door

And right before he knock, she open the door naked

She left it unlocked;

They started French kissing so he didn't see moi

And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch

Music got loud with his head in the cloud

Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him

Piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown

“Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around

I ain't here to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants down

You know what it is, put your fucking hands up

Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down”

And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her

“She a good actress and you a dead actor

You'll be dead after we get what we're after

If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, Oh!”

I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga

But think for me, nigga

Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga

I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga

She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga

She slip something in it, now think for me, nigga

Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture

Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas

Pussy got you out of character, nigga

You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga

Take everything that you have, 'til you don't even have an opinion

We have your attention and now you're looking down a barrel though nigga

Now she looking for her pantyhose, nigga

We just looking for the casserole, nigga

But she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga

Mona…

Kendrick

Ah,

Every day she wake up with a different colour makeup

And he promise he gon' take her to the movie and the mall

Chilling with the Laker, on the floor

Fourth quarter, four minute on the clock Black Mamba with the ball

Paparazzi looking at them both popping up and take a picture, uh

Probably on a Internet blog

In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother

Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow

Mona Lisa…

Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in her walls

And he digging in it like he living in it

Make a new religion with it

Man a nigga 'bout to go against God

Poetry in a pear tree,

Sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him,

Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi?

Never gave two fuck, jumped in the backseat

Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby

Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie

I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing

I'm call up again like I did last week

Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy

Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley

Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy

Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me

Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me

'Bout a motherfucking double standard, acting

Fucking on another nigga, that's negative alone

But you sucked his dick, that's just nasty

Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone (No)

You fucking with Wayne? (No)

Bitch, gimme your phone (No, let me take this call right quick)

(Lick me like a lollipop)

He on your fucking ringtone?

Is that the shit that you do?

Touching yourself, looking at Kendrick videos

Jump on the Internet, watching his interviews

I don't know what the fuck, lately got into you

Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder

Forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter?

The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma day-care after school

And she never did charge her

You scandalous as fuck, and I hope you blow up

You know what, I give up, let me go get my gun, I got one in the chamber

I'm plannin' on aimin', God dammit, you know the damage is done

Bitch I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress

I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess

So in conclusion, since you like rappers

That’s killing that pussy I'm killing myself

Outro

She say, “Ooh daddy, ooh”, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

She say, “Ooh, No emotion”, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah

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