D.O.A. 歌词
| 歌曲 | D.O.A. |
| 歌手 | Lil Wayne |
| 专辑 | No Ceilings |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| (*Prod. by No I.D.) | |
| [** D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune) by Jay-Z {Sampler}:] | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp, | |
| Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp, | |
| Blood game muthaf-cka call me red alert, | |
| Young Carter kill in order,who get it first | |
| Stuff that girl wit d-ck till her head burst | |
| Young Weezle flow needles I can thread shirts | |
| Boy you ain’t did sh-t I had done said worst | |
| Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst | |
| Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks | |
| Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks | |
| I’m in the way you can’t pass like Aaron Brooks | |
| Uh, President ride the car slow, I let my driver drive, | |
| I’m on par 4 | |
| Spit hangin' from my mouth retard flow | |
| And I say what I want like an award show | |
| I’m on some shit ain’t even come out the ass yet | |
| Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet | |
| Young or old their ain’t no comparing me | |
| I just cleared that up | |
| Moment of clarity, Uhh | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Uh, I’m about to go almonds, | |
| Young head bussa, get your helmets | |
| You n-ggas real soft what is that velvet | |
| I get big chips, you get Alvins | |
| Uh, I’ma bout to go walnuts, | |
| We get seven digit money you can call us | |
| Hit ‘em wit the choppa, watch ‘em ball up | |
| Paint your face red, your all dolled up | |
| Yeah, Young Nino n-gga,I do it for my team Tim Tebo n-gga | |
| I’m killing this sh-t grim reflow n-gga | |
| Gettin' swallowed by the Maybach deep throat n-gga | |
| Uh, I’ma bout to go planters, | |
| I’m still in my prime, Dion Sanders | |
| We all gamblers, I will not lose | |
| Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels | |
| Uh, Gimme mine or Ima take mine | |
| Smokin purple,I heard till the grape vine | |
| Weezy Baby aka your highness, I just killed this shit | |
| Moment of Silence, Uh | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| Uh, I’m in the zone like a fastball, | |
| And I f-ck the game like a bad call, | |
| Let the money stack, don’t let the cash fall | |
| Bars all day, no last call, | |
| Uh, I'm in the redzone n-gga, | |
| Wake up in the mornin with your head gone n-gga | |
| Birdman Jr. wings spread on n-ggas, | |
| Leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home n-gga | |
| Yeah, tell the doctor step aside please, | |
| Dr. Carter gasoline in your IV’s | |
| Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed, | |
| Strong arm rap, I rock an iron sleeve | |
| Uh, I’m in the zone like the secondary, | |
| No lie b-tch I’m flyer than a pet canary | |
| I’ma dog on the beat f-ck the veterinary, | |
| Two women praise me like mary mary | |
| Uh, I’m in the zone like college ball, | |
| Spit fire like I’m sippin on a molotov | |
| Lose bowels, this sh-t so easy | |
| (Jay-Z: I might send this to the mixtape Weezy) | |
| Uhh, | |
| Hahahee, | |
| No Ceilings | |
| Hehe. |
| Prod. by No I. D. | |
| D. O. A. Death of AutoTune by JayZ Sampler: | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp, | |
| Excuse me I let the semiautomatic burp, | |
| Blood game muthafcka call me red alert, | |
| Young Carter kill in order, who get it first | |
| Stuff that girl wit dck till her head burst | |
| Young Weezle flow needles I can thread shirts | |
| Boy you ain' t did sht I had done said worst | |
| Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst | |
| Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks | |
| Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks | |
| I' m in the way you can' t pass like Aaron Brooks | |
| Uh, President ride the car slow, I let my driver drive, | |
| I' m on par 4 | |
| Spit hangin' from my mouth retard flow | |
| And I say what I want like an award show | |
| I' m on some shit ain' t even come out the ass yet | |
| Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet | |
| Young or old their ain' t no comparing me | |
| I just cleared that up | |
| Moment of clarity, Uhh | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Uh, I' m about to go almonds, | |
| Young head bussa, get your helmets | |
| You nggas real soft what is that velvet | |
| I get big chips, you get Alvins | |
| Uh, I' ma bout to go walnuts, | |
| We get seven digit money you can call us | |
| Hit ' em wit the choppa, watch ' em ball up | |
| Paint your face red, your all dolled up | |
| Yeah, Young Nino ngga, I do it for my team Tim Tebo ngga | |
| I' m killing this sht grim reflow ngga | |
| Gettin' swallowed by the Maybach deep throat ngga | |
| Uh, I' ma bout to go planters, | |
| I' m still in my prime, Dion Sanders | |
| We all gamblers, I will not lose | |
| Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels | |
| Uh, Gimme mine or Ima take mine | |
| Smokin purple, I heard till the grape vine | |
| Weezy Baby aka your highness, I just killed this shit | |
| Moment of Silence, Uh | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Uh, I' m in the zone like a fastball, | |
| And I fck the game like a bad call, | |
| Let the money stack, don' t let the cash fall | |
| Bars all day, no last call, | |
| Uh, I' m in the redzone ngga, | |
| Wake up in the mornin with your head gone ngga | |
| Birdman Jr. wings spread on nggas, | |
| Leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home ngga | |
| Yeah, tell the doctor step aside please, | |
| Dr. Carter gasoline in your IV' s | |
| Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed, | |
| Strong arm rap, I rock an iron sleeve | |
| Uh, I' m in the zone like the secondary, | |
| No lie btch I' m flyer than a pet canary | |
| I' ma dog on the beat fck the veterinary, | |
| Two women praise me like mary mary | |
| Uh, I' m in the zone like college ball, | |
| Spit fire like I' m sippin on a molotov | |
| Lose bowels, this sht so easy | |
| JayZ: I might send this to the mixtape Weezy | |
| Uhh, | |
| Hahahee, | |
| No Ceilings | |
| Hehe. |
| Prod. by No I. D. | |
| D. O. A. Death of AutoTune by JayZ Sampler: | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp, | |
| Excuse me I let the semiautomatic burp, | |
| Blood game muthafcka call me red alert, | |
| Young Carter kill in order, who get it first | |
| Stuff that girl wit dck till her head burst | |
| Young Weezle flow needles I can thread shirts | |
| Boy you ain' t did sht I had done said worst | |
| Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst | |
| Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks | |
| Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks | |
| I' m in the way you can' t pass like Aaron Brooks | |
| Uh, President ride the car slow, I let my driver drive, | |
| I' m on par 4 | |
| Spit hangin' from my mouth retard flow | |
| And I say what I want like an award show | |
| I' m on some shit ain' t even come out the ass yet | |
| Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet | |
| Young or old their ain' t no comparing me | |
| I just cleared that up | |
| Moment of clarity, Uhh | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Uh, I' m about to go almonds, | |
| Young head bussa, get your helmets | |
| You nggas real soft what is that velvet | |
| I get big chips, you get Alvins | |
| Uh, I' ma bout to go walnuts, | |
| We get seven digit money you can call us | |
| Hit ' em wit the choppa, watch ' em ball up | |
| Paint your face red, your all dolled up | |
| Yeah, Young Nino ngga, I do it for my team Tim Tebo ngga | |
| I' m killing this sht grim reflow ngga | |
| Gettin' swallowed by the Maybach deep throat ngga | |
| Uh, I' ma bout to go planters, | |
| I' m still in my prime, Dion Sanders | |
| We all gamblers, I will not lose | |
| Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels | |
| Uh, Gimme mine or Ima take mine | |
| Smokin purple, I heard till the grape vine | |
| Weezy Baby aka your highness, I just killed this shit | |
| Moment of Silence, Uh | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Uh, I' m in the zone like a fastball, | |
| And I fck the game like a bad call, | |
| Let the money stack, don' t let the cash fall | |
| Bars all day, no last call, | |
| Uh, I' m in the redzone ngga, | |
| Wake up in the mornin with your head gone ngga | |
| Birdman Jr. wings spread on nggas, | |
| Leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home ngga | |
| Yeah, tell the doctor step aside please, | |
| Dr. Carter gasoline in your IV' s | |
| Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed, | |
| Strong arm rap, I rock an iron sleeve | |
| Uh, I' m in the zone like the secondary, | |
| No lie btch I' m flyer than a pet canary | |
| I' ma dog on the beat fck the veterinary, | |
| Two women praise me like mary mary | |
| Uh, I' m in the zone like college ball, | |
| Spit fire like I' m sippin on a molotov | |
| Lose bowels, this sht so easy | |
| JayZ: I might send this to the mixtape Weezy | |
| Uhh, | |
| Hahahee, | |
| No Ceilings | |
| Hehe. |
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