Artist: Lil Wayne Album: The Carter III Song: Playing With Fire Typed by: email@example.com So you've got so many diamonds You wear all the finest clothes And your grill is shining (shining, shining) As you're drivin down the streets of gold But you, can't, blame, me, if I set this stage on fire! (Heh!) Momma always told me I was crazy And my ho's say I'm amazing but I don't listen to a lady But the bitch say I'm hot, and I say no bitch I'm blazin Like, what the fuck you expect I'm a motherfuckin Cajun And I feel caged in my mind, it's like my flow doin time I goes crazy inside, but when it comes out it's fine Like wine, wait, watch See I get better with time like a watch Osh B'Gosh, Posh Spice husband couldn't kick it like I kick it, bitch I "'Kix" it, no cereal like a landing and I sticks it Wherever she asks me, after she licks it That's too explicit, but why you listenin I smell smoke and somethins sizzlin That's her pussy, so hey pussy, play wit pussy or play pussy But you, can't, blame, me, if I set this stage on fire! (Eh, heh) They say you're nobody 'til somebody kills you But where I'm from you're nobody til you kill somebody And you know what they say When you're great it's not murder it's assassinate So assassinate me, bitch Cause I'm doing the same shit Martin Luther King did Checkin in the same hotel in the same suite bitch same balcony Like assassinate me bitch Swim to him, cheay I don't rap, I film movies, with my rap You can call me Mr. Directors chair Yeah, and that's a wrap Cut on to the next Not the next scene, bitch the next check Some say the X, makes the sex 'spect's So play wit the pussy or play pussy So you got so many diamonds (hey pussy, lay pussy) You wear all the finest clothes (do or die say pussy and I say) And your grill is shining (I say, lay pussy, lay pussy, lay pussy) As you're drivin down the streets of gold (hey pussy) But you, can't, blame, me, if I set this stage on fire! (hey pussy) (Don't play pussy!) (Get em!) Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle Brave Heart bitch like the Times I'm medieval Married to the game, divorced the Cathedral Standin' on the corner selling porcelean to people Forced into evil, it's all in your head It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel You follow when I lead you Straight to the needle The bottles, the battle, the beetles'll eat you Momma named Cita, I love you Cita Member when your pussy second husband tried to beat you? Remember when I went into the kitchen got the cleaver He ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck neither He could see the devil, see the devil in my features You could smell the ether, you can see Cita You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features And she don't play neither But you, can't, blame, me, if I set this stage on fire! C3, 3Peat!