Young Money - Senile Feat. Tyga, Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne

Lyrics to Senile Feat. Tyga, Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne by Young Money

 [Verse 1: Tyga] High in the video, f-ck with me, hella raw Raw got a little riddle, riddle, twerk for a star Started from the, like Christina, got a million Man I'm a good guy, turned to a vill-i-an Bully in the pack turned to a rat Pussy on my jack, I hit a bitch with a car bomb Bombs in L.A., bombs in the Bay N-gga you ain't safe, I run with n-ggas like O-Dog All we do is ball, all we do is ball, now I'm passed out Lean in the drop, ice in the watch N-gga, that's Ben & Jerry dollars, watch a n-gga make a stack house Gingerbread man run while you can All you n-ggas lame, tooly on me, got killers on speed dial Infrared blam if a n-gga shout Don't get packed out, pro'ly hear the paparazzi when I back out [Hook: Tyga] Can you see now? Are you senile? Can you see now? You could see now? Can you see now? Can you see now? Can you see now? When you see a n-gga, don't be actin' senile [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Sky dweller check, helicopter pad Droppin' off a body bag Money talk, guess I got the gift of gab Don't interject, don't intercept You ain't on a jet, you ain't meet a bitch with this kinda money yet Yeah, I got an Audemar, I ain't set the time once And I know they say they shine, I ain't seen 'em shine once All these rappers is my sons, and I'm always nine months Man if this was baseball, I ain't let 'em slide once Do you see now? You playin' D now? Oh, you wanna beat me, how? Oh, you the number one draft in the league now? Ride down ya block, doors twelve o'clock Lambo, the drop, bike n-ggas, ain't stoppin' for a cop I got this shit locked tighter than a bear hug When them bitches rap, n-ggas need an ear plug [Hook: Tyga] [Bridge: Tyga] (x4) Ride with the heat, trunk full of beat Bomb like the Middle East, I got killers in the street [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] N-gga got a problem? See about it Knock the n-gga off, beat the body I'm just makin' all these deposits Neighborhood nice and quiet, thought I saw Mr. Rogers, n-gga I could sell salt and equalize it, wait I said I could sell salt and equalize it Boy, I got every award but a Heisman Do a drive by on you n-ggas, make a u-turn for survivors Take a newborn from his momma, stick a shoe horn in vaginas Got the coupe on Yokohamas, got the super soaker chopper We'll kidnap the kingpin, like "Who is your supplier?" N-gga better know the fire, n-gga better know somebody I know n-ggas that'll kill yah for a little notoriety I can make a lion say "Meow" I'm in this mothaf-cka gettin' money 'til I'm senile Tunechi! [Hook: Tyga] (x2)