Everyday She Wake Up With A Different Kind Of Makeup Lyrics By Lil Wayne. Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup and a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall Chillin’ with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball.
Everyday She Wake Up With A Different Kind Of Makeup Lyrics
I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee
Hope it ain’t too many feelings involved
I see ni–as in this b–ch stuntin’, poppin’ bottles
Gettin’ drunk with these bi–hes, and when they leave they get followed
Fall asleep with that bi–h and really don’t know much about her
Then she let us in, we take all of your s–t, and when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it
I be with bi–hes that be with bi–hes that be with ni–as with riches
I tell her, “Get him,” she say, “I got you,” I say, “No, bi–h, I said get him”
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her ti^^ies
Then 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 (Ooh)
Nappy-ass dreads, what’s that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (Ooh)
You can get sna^^d, you can get faked out by the bi–h that you feelin’
‘Cause you thought that she was an angel, that bi–h ain’t no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee
And you tellin’ your business, she tell me your business, you tell that bi–h what you feelin’
All of the beans you be spillin’, to you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin’s
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 bi–h 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 checkin’, then your first thought is to start second guessin’
She say, “What’s wrong?” He say, “Nothin’, keep restin’,” she say, “What’s missin’?” “How you know somethin’ missin’?”
He scratch his head, she say, “Get back in bed,” and she gave him some head
Boy, you can’t trust them bi–hes, and then she say, “Ooh”
I see ni–as in this bi–h stuntin’, poppin’ bottles
Gettin’ drunk with these bi–hes, then when they leave they get followed
I be with bi–hes that know the bi–hes that’s with the ni–as 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 ’em, “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 bi–h named Liz, this ni–a 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 na^^d, she left it unlocked, they started French kissin’ 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 clouds
Turn that sh-t down, and I scared the piss out of him, piss a ni–a off, put a gun to his frown
“Ni–a, turn around, I ain’t here to f–k around, I ain’t here to f–k around, caught you wit’ your pants down
You know what it is, put your f–kin’ 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 bi–hes that do anything for me, ni–a, but think for me, ni–a
Send her to you like she ain’t for me, ni–a, I hope you alone like bankruptcy, ni–a
She pour you a drink, that drank on me, ni–a, she slip somethin’ in it, now faint for me, ni–a
Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture, Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these ni–as
Pu^^y got you out of character, ni–a, you fall for these hoes off your ladder, my ni–a
Take everythin’ that you have ’til you don’t even have an opinion, we have your attention
And now you’re lookin’ down a barrel though, ni–a, now she lookin’ for her pantyhose, ni–a
We just lookin’ for the casserole, ni–a, but she gon’ show us where you stash it though, ni–a (Mona)
Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup and a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall
Chillin’ with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, four 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 admittin’ that he love her on his mo^^er, man, he want to meet her mo^^er by tomorrow
(Mona Lisa) Pu^^y 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 ni–a ’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 f–ks, jumped in the backseat
Woke up in the mornin’ to The Great Gatsby, then he dogged it again like the bi–h Lassie
I’m a dog in the wind, I’m a pit laughin’, 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 f–ked, he was unhappy, bi–h, I never let the bullsh-t get past me
Better yet, I wanna break up, don’t you ask me ’bout a mo^^erf–kin’ double standard, actin’
F–kin’ on another ni–a, that’s a negative alone, but you s^^ked his d–k? That’s just nasty
Matter of fact, bi–h, gimme your phone! (No) You f–kin’ with Wayne’s? (No!)
Bi–h, gimme your phone! (No! Let me, let me take this call real quick) (… lick me like a lollipop)
He on your f–kin’ ringtone? Is that the sh-t that you do? Touchin’ yourself, lookin’ at Kendrick videos
Jump on the internet, watchin’ his interviews, I don’t know what the f–k lately got into you
Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder, forgot all the sh-t that I did for your daughter?
The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma, daycare after school and she never did charge you
You scandalous as f–k 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
Bi–h, 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 killin’ that Pu^^y, I’m killin’ myself
She say, “Ooh, Daddy, ooh,” Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Ooh, fake smile (Ooh), Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
She say, “Ooh,” no emotion (Ooh), Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah
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