Lyrics John - lil wayne , Rick Ross
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
Fo'
fo'
bulldog,
my
motherfucking
pet
I
point
it
at
you
and
tell
that
motherfucker,
fetch
I'm
fucking
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'm
a
starve
her
to
death
Top
down,
it's
upset
been
fucking
the
world
and
nigga
and
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
Prepare
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
An
AK47
is
my
fucking
address,
huh
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
Big
black
nigga
in
an
icey
watch
Shoes
on
the
coupe,
bitch
I
got
a
Nike
shop
Counts
the
profits
you
could
bring
'em
in
a
Nike
box
Grinding
in
my
Jordans
kick
'em
off
they
might
hot,
swish!
I'm
swimming
in
the
yellow
bitch,
boss
In
the
red
911
looking
devilish
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
Baby
I'm
the
only
one
that
paid
your
car
notes
(Rozay)
Well
connected,
got
killers
off
in
Chicago
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
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
don't
give
a
fuck
Empty
the
clip
then
roll
a
window
up
Pussy
niggas
sweet,
you
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
And
if
I
died
today,
it'd
be
a
holiday
I'm
not
a
star,
somebody
lied
I
got
a
chopper
in
the
car
So
don't
make
it
come
alive
Rip
your
ass
apart
then
I
put
myself
together
YMCMB,
double
M,
we
rich
forever
The
bigger
the
bullet
the
more
that
bitch
gon'
bang
Red
on
the
wall,
Basquiat
when
I
paint
Red
Lamborghini
'til
I
gave
it
to
my
bitch
My
first
home
invasion,
papi
gave
me
40
bricks
Son
of
a
bitch,
then
I
made
a
great
escape
Ain't
it
funny
momma,
only
son
be
baking
cakes
Pull
up
in
the
sleigh,
hop
out
like
I'm
santa
claus
Niggas
gather
'round,
got
gifts
for
all
of
y'all
Take
it
home
and
let
it
bubble
that's
the
double
up
If
you
get
in
trouble
that
just
mean
you
fucking
up
It's
a
cold
world
I
need
a
bird
to
cuddle
up
I
call
the
plays,
motherfucker
huddle
up
I'm
not
a
star,
somebody
lied
I
got
a
chopper
in
the
car
1 Blunt Blowin
2 Interlude
3 She Will
4 President Carter
5 MegaMan
6 6 Foot 7 Foot
7 John
8 How to Hate
9 Nightmares of the Bottom
10 So Special
11 Abortion
12 Outro
13 Intro
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