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Lil Wayne feat. Kendrick Lamar - Mona Lisa (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Keith Cooper
Keith Cooper
Clarinet
Kev Marcus
Kev Marcus
Violin
Wil Baptiste
Wil Baptiste
Viola
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Kevin M. Sylvester
Kevin M. Sylvester
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel Aponte
Angel Aponte
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Marco Rodriguez
Marco Rodriguez
Songwriter
Kendrick Duckworth
Kendrick Duckworth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Infamous
Infamous
Producer
Omar Loya
Omar Loya
Recording Engineer
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Angel Aponte
Angel Aponte
Recording Engineer
Jason Delattiboudere
Jason Delattiboudere
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jeffrey Tanner
Jeffrey Tanner
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see n- in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Getting drunk with these b- And when they leave, they get followed Fall asleep with that b- And really don't know much about her Then she let us in, we take all of your sh- And when you wake up She help you try to find it, I love it I be with b- that be with b- That be with n- with riches I tell her, "Get him," she say, "I got you," I say, "No, b-, I said get him" And they so pretty and they hair lengthy He hit it and sleep on her ti- And 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 snaked, you can get faked Out by the b- that you feeling 'Cause you thought that she was an angel That b- ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee And you tell her your business, she tell me your business You tell that b- what you feeling All of the beans you be spilling To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillings 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 b- 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 only know that it's gone when you check it Then your first thought is to start second guessing 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 h- Boy, you can't trust them b-, and then she say, "Ooh" I see n- in this b-stuntin', poppin' bottles Gettin' drunk with these b- And when they leave, they get followed I be with b- that know the b- That's with the n- we followin' Get them on the line Stay two cars behind And tell them h-, 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 him, 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 b- named Liz This n- 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 naked She left it unlocked They started french kissing 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 cloud Turn that sh-down and I scared the piss out of him Piss a n- off, put a gun to his frown N-, turn around, I ain't here to f- around I ain't here to f- around Caught you wit' your pants down You know what it is, put your f- 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 b-, oh I got way too many b- that do anything for me, n- But think for me, n- Send her to you like she ain't for me, n- I hope you alone like bankruptcy, n- She pour you a drink, that drink on me, n- She slip somethin' in it, now faint for me, n- Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these n- P- got you out of character, n- You fall for these h- off your ladder, my n- Take everything that you have 'Til you don't even have an opinion We have you attention And now you're looking down a barrel though, n- Now she looking for her pantyhose, n- We just looking for the casserole, n- But she gon' show us where you stash it though, n- (Mona) Ah, everyday she wake up with a different colour make up And a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall Chilling with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter Fourth 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 admitting that he love her on his mother Man, he wanted meet her mother by tomorrow (Mona Lisa) P- 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 n- '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-, jumped in the backseat Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby Then he dogged it again like the b- Lassie I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing 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-, he was unhappy B-, I never let the bullshit get past me Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'Bout a motherf- double standard, acting F- on another n-, that's negative alone But you sucked this d-, that's just nasty Matter of fact, b-, gimme your phone (no) You f- with Wayne? (No) B-, gimme your phone (no) Let me, let me take this call real quick (lick me like a lollipop) He on your f- ringtone? Is that the sh- that you do? -Chin' yourself, looking at Kendrick videos Jump on the internet, watching his interviews I don't know what the f-, lately gotten into you Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder Forgot all the sh- that I did for your daughter? The pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma daycare after school And she never did charge her You scandalous as f-, 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 B- 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 killing that p- I'm killing myself She say, ooh, daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah
Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Angel Aponte, Marco Antonio Rodriguez Diaz Jr., Dwayne Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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