Текст Lil’ Wayne – Alphabet

A for Angelina
Tongue like anaconda, lips like Angelina
Ohh, B is for Bianca, she was a ballerina
Now she just a stripper making singles to my singles

And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Yea, these are my bitches, my alphabet… bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Oh, these are my bitches, my alphabet… bitches
I swear to drunk I’m not god
Drops microphone but I swear to drunk I’m not god

And the E is for Ebony, that pussy heavenly
Lord knows I be swimming in that thing like a aquarium
The F is for Felicia, freaky ass Felicia
Oh, I treat that pussy like a sleeping bag Felicia
The G is for Gina, her pussy so convenient, I mean it
She treat my dick like jalapeno and my cum like Aquafina
She need it
The H is for Holly just like Hollygrove
And the I is for Ivanka, don’t let Donald know
And the J is for Joanne, I just call her Jo
What goes around, comes around, K for Karma so
These are my alphabet bitches

Alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet… bitches

The L is for Lisa, she like my libido
We do the La Bamba, I’m so multi-lingual
The M is for Melanie, she like my melodies
Don’t like my baby mamas she be so negative
The N is for Natasha and my lil mama
She holler at me when she want that Oscar Myer
She got a man she tell me please do not remind her
He not romantic, I’ma scene from Casablanca
She swallow the whole enchilada
She get off her knees and say «de nada.»
She ask me «what’s the reason for the choppa.»
Girl it’s a jungle out her ask Mufasa
O is for Olivia and the P is for Patricia
And the Q is for the queen
The R is for Raven and the S for Sharlene

And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Bitches, bitches
I swear to drunk I’m not god
Drops microphone but I swear to drunk I’m not god

The T for Tatianna, she can put her legs behind her
She can bend all the way over, I just thank the lord for that yoga
And the U is for Uma, the position of Suma
She so flexible we try angles like Bermuda
And the V is for Vanessa, voluputous Vanessa
The W’s for Wintour, I’m under the weather
And the X is for my exes, fuck’em altogether
The Y is for Yolanda, the Z is for Zelda
And these are my alphabet bitches

These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet… bitches
I swear to drunk I’m not god
Drops microphone, I swear to god I’m not god

Drops microphone, I’d rather park and not drive
Drops styrofoam, I can’t talk I might cry
I say I be on some G shit, I be on some G shit
Check that other nigga for that Louie shopping spree shit
Not me bitch, no you won’t rob me bitch
I say I be on some G shit, I be on some B shit
When it comes to bitches, I be on some A to Z shit
I’m me bitch, it’s like ABC 123 bitch, to me bitch
I’m the alpha, the alpha, the OG bitch
S-O-rry for the W-A-I-T bitch