Lil Wayne - Mona Lisa (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - Mona Lisa (en) Lyrics
I got a story to tell, you
know that I cherish thee
Hope it ain't too many
feelings involved
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 said get him
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 aks
It's a stick up, she scream
like a victim
Now you, feelin' so silly
I smoke color purple
I'm up in here
feelin' like celie
Nappy ass dreads,
what's that you say
Watch your mouth,
milli vanilli
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 tell her your business,
she tell me your business
You tell that bitch
what you feeling
All of the beans
you be spilling
To you, she lie through her
teeth cavities, fillings
She know where you hide it,
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 only know that it's gone
when you check it
Then your first thought is
to start second guessing
She say, what's wrong, you 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
Ooh, I see niggas in this bitch
stuntin', poppin' bottles
Gettin' drunk
with these bitches
I be with bitches that
know the bitches
That's with the
niggas we followin'
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 him, ooh, daddy,
let's go to your place
And if he say, yeah, 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 up 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 somethin' in it,
now faint 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 you 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
Ah, everyday she wake up with
a different color make up
And a promise he gon' take her
to the movie and the mall
Chilling with the laker, on
the floor, fourth quarter
Fourth minute on the clock,
black mamba with the ball
Paparazzi lookin' at 'em
both poppin' 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 wanted meet her
mother by tomorrow
Pussy good enough, it got him
sinnin' in the walls
And he diggin' in it like
he livin' 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'ma 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 motherfuckin' double
standard, acting
Fucking on another nigga,
that's a negative alone
But you sucked this dick,
that's just nasty
Matter of fact, bitch,
gimme your phone
You fucking with wayne
Bitch, gimme your phone
Let me, let me take this
call real quick
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 gotten 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
daycare 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'
Goddammit, you know that
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
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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