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A quick add of Lil Wayne’s “Im Me” from mixtape “The Leak” - Pre Carter 3 release!

This Song is Crazy, period! I put this and “Street Money” on repeat everyday the pass
2 weeks (Get a LIFE!!), haha.

However this video version contain an annoying DJ shout out
at the background, well just like any mixtape…..

Check this out if you haven’t, hustle harder!

Lyrics are underneath this video.

“I’m Me”

The hottest… under the sun… (who that)
Ain’t nobody fucking with me man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping (you)
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Ay its Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

Un-fucking-believeable Lil’ Waynes the President
Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it’s more crazy than it’s ever been
I’m married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federlin
It’s obvious that he’ll be Cash Money till the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
Better lock my casket tight baby, so I don’t let the devil in
Nigga, it’s just me and my guitar, yea bitch I’m heavy metaling
You can get the fucking Led Zepplin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court and take your life for a settlement
Yes, I’m the best! And no, I ain’t positive, I’m definate
I know the game like I’m reffing it
This is The Carter, The Carter 3, the New Testament
And I’m the god and this is what I bless ‘em with

[Hook:]
Bitch I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me
Baby I’m me, so who you? Ur not me, you’re not me
And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, yea

Junior… brrr
It’s Cash Money over everything
It’s in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I’m from the mud, I am a missile like a scud
What’s really good? I’m bout that Ruckers like Fudd
And I stay on my floor at Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fucking Birdman like a lug
And Dear Mister Ronald williams…
To you, I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money Million, heir to the throne
Going at they heads like hair in a comb
Sitting by the window I just stare at the storm
Know I’ll make it through it like hair in a comb
Yo, money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take on that shit as the lord, as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I have not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

[Hook:]
Bitch I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me
Baby I’m me, so who you? Ur not me, you’re not me
And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’m still a mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I’m wrapping in my jammies
I’m rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, Book ‘em Danny
I’m a monster I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I’m stuck here to deal with the house’s pain
Fuck wit me I will peel like the house’s paint
Lets go, Niggas doubt wont see me cause I’m better and bold
The only time I wear depends is when I’m 70 years old
Thats when I cant hold my shit within, so I shit on myself
Cause I’m so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I’m tryna tell you, like I’m saying sumthin
I’m from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuffs
And there Ain’t nothing gonna stop me so just envy it
Hey, I’ll accept a friendly quit

[Hook:]
Yea I’m me, I’m me, bitch I’m me
Baby I’m me, so who you? fuck you, you not me
And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I am a mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

The hottest… under the sun… (who that)
Ain’t nobody fucking with me man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Yo it’s Cash Money Records man, a lawless game