Dick Pleaser

By Lil Wayne

On Dedication 3

Released on December 16, 2008

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[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Marley, I be you!

Shout-out Too Short

I'm going in

The Aphilliates, nigga! Holla at your boy


[False Start: Lil Wayne]

I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser

But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa

Her girlfriend, Lisa—met her in Puerto Rico

How she don't suck dick but expect for me to eat her?

I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser

I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser

But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa

Her girlfriend, Lisa—met her in Puerto Rico

How she don't suck dick, but expect for me to eat her?

That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her

But her homegirl, Nita, swallow cum by the liter

She look good in boy shorts and a beater

But this other girl, Quita, way sexier than Nita

I ain't lying—she the... hottest bitch, heater

But I'm a fucking freezer, yeah, I'ma fucking leave her

Yeah, I'm a fucking eagle, flyer and deeper

Smoke like a Cohiba, your ho give me cerebral

Now, get low and touch your toes for my people

And if you ain't fucking them, you ain't fucking me either

You think your man hot? Well, fuck it, me: ether

Heard I got guap, wanna kick it like FIFA

Every day Christmas 'cause I'm smoking that wreath-a

Keep a lot of bitches like Queen Latifah

I am Southern-land, not Kiefer

Y-M-E for "Young Money Entertainment," ha

Run, dummy, finna bang it

You want beef? Then my money will arrange it

I am not fucking finna aim it

But that Nina Ross shout for me when I'm angry

Yeah, Hollygrove, biatch

Sloppy like Joe, you better go get G-I

All my guns knee high, M-O-N-E-Y

That's what I rely on, I'm gone

"He high"—yep, I'm three-high

I'm just schoolin' these fucks like DeVry

College institution, finals and confusion

Stop with your excuses; hip-hop, I am seducin'

Beat you like producers, eat you like produce

Man, I'll fuck your girl 'til her pussy got no juice

Now, she can't produce, so you won't be needing that, baby

'Cause all you really need is Weezy F. Baby


[Interlude: DJ Drama]

All right, let me vent for a minute

See, the problem I got with the game is:

There are no gatekeepers in hip-hop

Who's letting these wack niggas in?

I mean, can someone please put a combination lock on the door?

And stop giving out the code?

Goddamn!

Hey, Millz, show 'em how it's done!


[Verse 2: Jae Millz]

I knew this freak named Tonya from around the way

She used to go to Catholic school back in the day

Now, she stripping in Sue's for a stack a day

But she bring it all to Daddy, so that's okay

I got a bitch named Lola, true dick-smoker

Part-time broker; late nights, she work at Strokers

Her cousin named Mocha got a insane spine

And it's crazy 'cause I fucked 'em both at the same time

I even got a bitch in the Bay named Jessica

I swear, she might give the best mouth in America

Vanessa got a attitude, but her ass meaner

She remind me of this ho I used to fuck named Sabrina

Ugly lil' thing from the home of the Ravens

I only kept her 'round 'cause the ass was amazing

Tiffany and Emily, my bona fide sluts

When I cum, they touch tongues and share that nut

Got a white chick down in Florida named Sasha

On my mama, her head golden like an Oscar

And I met her through Tasha

At the condo, she let me fuck her on the washer

September nigga, so you know he nasty

And if she nasty, we do the nasty

Now, I tell a bitch like this

You gotta take ten dicks before you meet the president

Young Money! (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!)


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Okay, I know this one honey

I call her "Track Star" 'cause when we fuck, she run from me

And I'm hella fly, and her dude dumb-bummy

And I don't get girls, I make her get one for me

My weed real plummy and real gummy

And my flow is harder than an anvil, honey

Shoot these niggas with the handheld, honey

I paper-chase, fuck standstill money

Niggas kill with me and kill for me

Best believe we riding if the fan belt running

Leave a motherfucker just laying there, bloody

I'm from the Dirty and I make it rain—damn, that's muddy!

She just wanna be my cuddy buddy

And on these tracks, I go nutty-butty

What it dizz-oo? Is you or is you ain't my baby?

Baby?