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Listen to Hot Revolver - Single by Lil Wayne
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
Jermaine Preyan
Jermaine Preyan
Songwriter
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Frank Edwin III Wright ​
Songwriter
Michael Pritchard
Michael Pritchard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Producer
Fabian Marascuillo
Fabian Marascuillo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Young Mullah Baby, Young Mullah Baby She sayin', "do you have the time To listen to me whine?" She askin', "who's on the other line?" You diss me everytime I tell her, baby I'm a star Shit, I'm above the stars And now, I done got so high I did forgotten who you are I'm in love with you But I can't be with you Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight Right up out of town Hop back in my spaceship Girl, I gotta drop your ass off Cause I just come to take it Then you know I gotta take off But I'mma be here next week So call your company and take off Cause she say "Wayne you ain't shit, You got me all impatient" Cry me a river, I can hear my conscience while I sail off Boy you got a problem And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself You're like a hot revolver But you ain't killin' no one but yourself And so she's gone to party town, on her own And you go by yourself, so all alone One minute she love me, The next minute she hate me That's two minutes of my time she done wasted She say she, pray she, have Weezy F's baby And I be having seizures But she say she can't shake me And my homies say she's cuter than my other bitches And every time I'm in that pussy it feel custom-fitted I say I like her more than she think I do Girl, when I think of you My dick just start to jumpin' like a fucking kangaroo I suck and fuck and finger you But you want me to cling to you And I ain't asking you to change Cause I know I can't jingle you I got my ways... And you have your days... And we gave it our best shot But I just got grazed I'm sorry. Boy you got a problem And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself You're like a hot revolver But you ain't killin' no one but yourself And so she's gone to party town, on her own And you go by yourself, so all alone
Writer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Frank E. Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Pritchard, Jermaine Anthony Preyan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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