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Lil Wayne
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Watch My Shoes
Okay, 'No ceilings' motherfucker, good mornin' Dick in ya mouth while ya yawnin', I'm goin' in Gudda, why they started me? Marley, why they started me? I'll bring it to ya front door like ya ordered me
Back in this bitch but a lot more rich On my papa bear shit, need hot porridge Gotta lot more shit than you can ever fathom A big head nigga couldn't even imagine
The shit I do, most doers never done I'ma fuck this beat, ya bitch you better come Bet I run this shit, I don't run from shit I still beat your ass like a fuckin' drumstick
Weezy, fuckin' baby, baby, make the ladies come quick The money can't fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit And I'm so unfit 'cause all I eat is rappers And these rappers ain't shit I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow like a turtle 'round this hoe And I'm flyer than the highest flyin' bird around this hoe What's the word around this hoe? You get served around this hoe Yeah, you get served like a fuckin' orderve around this hoe
I don't splurge around no hoe No, I don't shine in front no bitch 'Cause after she get off my dick I be like Find the front door, bitch
I don't know why and the fuck yo bitch keep comin by I done fucked yo bitch a hundred times What the fuck yo bitch got on her mind? My fuckin' dick
I call her dickhead, spicy like a big red Stripe ya like a big head, yo flow sick my shit dead Sillier than Big Ced, Soulja Boy and Arab You should see my 11 year old daughter do they dance
I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Nae's dad Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland We are not the same I am a Martian this is Space Jam 'No Ceilings', R.I.P, amen
Motherfuckin' cavemen beatin' on my chest Young Money, cash money and I'm eatin all the rest Nigga, no offense, sorry if ya offended Ridin' high like I'm on 54 inches, man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches
She chill, how she chill like an Eskimo? Let's get mo', let's get mo' bitches And I be like, let's get mo' bitches Mr. Officer, stop arrestin' yo bitches
Stop letting the messy hoes, mess with yo business Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop, Walt Disney Sheesh, gosh, osh, kosh, beegosh Smokin' on the Bob Marley, listenin' to peekosh
I do me, no I do three, at A T I M E Why when we say we Young Moula The bitches leave y'all and relay run to us Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And payday comes sooner than later 'round here And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here Hey, you better stop the hate around there Before Tommy, Mack and Nina debate around there
Yeah, you see it in my face, I don't care Hold court here and trial and the case around there I'm the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet Everybody wanna be fly but don't know where their wings at
Had to pause for a minute Now I'm right back in it like the draws of the women On the scale of 1 to 10 and my girl be a 20 My girl so bad, make a nigga think he's sinning
My goons so pretty, my goons is so with me Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me Gators by the door, baboons and those grizzlies All come out in me when I'm on the microphone ending
Mic check 2, 3, I'm different like blue pee And my girls be half naked like Betty Boopy Like a hoopty, man the boy been ridin' And I ain't gassed up 'cause I'm more like a hybrid
You think I'm stuntin' but no I'm just survivin' And I've been here but my soul is just arrivin' Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin 'No Ceilings', full dose, I'm prescribing
Medication free if a meditation be Smoke some better tastin' weed Than you'll ever taste or see S H A R P
As a tack, hotter than Ridin' through the desert on a camel back I done been, ridin' through wherever With the hammer strapped, I ain't lyin'
I can do whatever if I'm planning that So I got my guns, let's dance like FannyPack Then we cook the hard, cut the soft And bring the whammy's back
Mock yo bitch, where ya motherfuckin' family at? Call my nigga gudda if you tryna get yo mammy back All up in another nigga, woman I be rammin' that Seein' through these see-through, nigga's like they're laminate
Hip hop's so contaminant, I swear just examine it And once I show philanthropists the guide to these evangelists I dress so Los Angeles but I love Miami though I act so New Orleans, yes, I go so pistachios
Daddy, I go nuts on any beat they throw at me And the bitches they throw at me Do you know what they throw at me? 'No Ceilings'
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