Lil Wayne Ft Rick Ross – John Lyrics

New Carter IV release produced by Polow da Don, Rob Holladay, and J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

As of now the blogosphere is up in debate over what this song is intended for because:

It has pretty much the same beat as “I’m Not A Star” by Rick Ross

The song was removed from iTunes a couple hours after its posting, because the name was changed from “If I Die Today” to “John”

The original title was supposed to be “John Lennon” (but the REAL John Lennon’s estate did not allow this)

John Lyrics By Lil Wayne Ft Rick Ross

[Intro: Sample]
“Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy”

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
.44 bulldog, my motherfuckin’ pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, “Fetch”
I’m fuckin’ her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple-threat
When I was in jail, she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset
Been fucking the world, and nigga, I ain’t cum yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain’t talking ’bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep, so Weezy can’t rest
And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh
[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Big black nigga in a icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop
Count the profits, you could bring ’em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans, kick ’em off, they might be hot, swish
I’m swimming in a yellow bitch (Boss)
In the red 911 looking devilish (Haha)
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof ’til he got hit the fifth time
Drop palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah)
Baby, I’m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, oad up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid, get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I’m Redd Foxx
Big B’s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You fucking with a nigga who won’t give a fuck
Empty the clip then roll the window up
Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon
I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou’ on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill ’em all and keep moving
If I died today, it’d be a holiday, huh

[Verse 4: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne + Rick Ross & Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car, so don’t make it come alive (Yeah)
Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go “Bang”
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (Yeah)
Red Lamborghini ’til I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape (Yeah)
Ain’t it funny, mama only son be bakin’ cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m Santa Claus
Niggas gather ’round, got gifts for each and all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble, that’s the double up (Yeah)
If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin’ up (NIgga)
It’s a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeah)
I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah