\r
No ceilings muthaf-cker good morning,\r
D-ck in your mouth while you yawning,\r
Im goin in, Gudda why they started me,\r
Marley why they started me,\r
Ill bring you to the front door like you ordered me,\r
Back in this b-tch but a lot more rich,\r
On my poppa bear sh-t, need hot porridge,\r
Gotta a lot more sh-t than you could ever fathom,\r
A big head n-gga couldnt even imagine,\r
The sh-t I do, most doers never done,\r
Im a f-ck this beat, your b-tch who you better come,\r
Better run this sh-t, I dont run from sh-t,\r
I still beat your ass like a f-cking drumstick,\r
Weezy f-cking baby baby make the ladies come quick,\r
The money cant fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit,\r
And Im so unfit cause all I eat is rappers,\r
And these rappers aint sh-t I like my fast food faster,\r
Syrup got me slow like a turtle round this hoe,\r
And Im flyer than the highest flying bird around this hoe,\r
Whats the word around this hoe, you get served around this hoe,\r
Yeah you get served like a f-cking Hordeurve around this hoe,\r
I dont slurge around no hoe, no I dont shine in front no b-tch,\r
Cause after she get off my d-ck I be like find the front door b-tch,\r
I dont know why the f-ck your b-tch keep coming by and I f-ck your b-tch 100 times what the f-ck your b-tch got on her mind, my f-cking d-ck,\r
I call her dick head, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bic head\r
Your flow sick, my sh-t did, sillier than vic said, soulja boy and arab,\r
You should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance,\r
I call it the nay nay dance proud to be nay nays dad,\r
Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland,\r
We are not the same, I am a martian, this is space jam,\r
No ceilings R-I-P a man, muthf-cking cave man\r
Beating on my chest Young Money Cash Money,\r
And Im eating all the rest n-gga no offence,\r
Sorry if your offended,\r
Riding high like Im on 54 inches,\r
Man Id rather chill with 54 b-tches,\r
Chi-chill like chi-chill like an eskimo\r
Lets get mo, lets get mo b-tches\r
And I be like lets get mo b-tches,\r
Mr officer stop arresting your b-tches,\r
Stop let the messy hoes mess with yo business,\r
Mickey mouse cheese, hip hop Walt Disney,\r
Shesh gosh Oshkosh Bgosh, smokin on that Bob Marley,\r
Listening to Pete Tosh,\r
I do me, no I do three,\r
At A T I M E, why when we say we young mula,\r
The bitches leave yall and relay run to us,\r
[ Lil Wayne Lyrics are found on ] \r
And payday comes sooner than later round here,\r
You see my sharks like I got some bait around here,\r
Hey you better stop the hate around there,\r
Before tommy mack and nina debate around there,\r
Yeah you see it in my face I dont care,\r
Whole court hearing trial and the case around there,\r
Im the best thing yet I know I got that thing wet,\r
Evvrybody want be fly but dont know where there wings at,\r
Ah hu.\r
\r
Had to pause for a minute and Im right back in it like the draws of the woman,\r
On a scale of 1 10 and my girl be a 20,\r
My girls so bad make a n-gga think he sinning,\r
My goons so pretty my goons are so with me,\r
Haters got to go on iTunes to go get me\r
Gaters by the doors, baboons and those grizzlys\r
All come at me when Im on the microphone in the,\r
Mic check 2 3, Im different like blue pee\r
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop Be\r
Like a hoopty, man the boy been riding\r
And I aint gasd up because Im more like a hybrid,\r
You think Im stunting no Im just surviving,\r
And Ive been here but my soul is just arriving,\r
Look up in the air, its a crow its a robin,\r
No ceilings full dose\r
Im prescribing, medication free\r
And for meditation we\r
Smoke some better tasting weed\r
That youll ever taste or see\r
S-H-A-R-P as tac hotter than\r
Riding through a dessert on a camel back,\r
I done bin riding through wherever with the hammer strapped,\r
I aint lying, I can do whatever if Im planning that,\r
So I got my guns lets dance like fanny pack,\r
And we cooked the hard, cut the soft and bring the. back,\r
Mafio b-tch where you muthf-cking family at,\r
Call my n-gga gudda if you trying to get your mami back,\r
All up in another n-gga woman I be ramming that,\r
Seeing through these see through n-ggas like their laminate,\r
Hip hop so contaminate, I swear just examine that,\r
If Im such a philanthropist the god to these evangelists,\r
I dress all Los Angeles but I love miami though,\r
I am so New Orleans yes I grew pistachios,\r
Dat mean I go nuts at any beat they throw at me,\r
And the bitches is so at me,\r
And you know what they throw at me
No ceilings muthaf-cker good morning,\r
D-ck in your mouth while you yawning,\r
Im goin in, Gudda why they started me,\r
Marley why they started me,\r
Ill bring you to the front door like you ordered me,\r
Back in this b-tch but a lot more rich,\r
On my poppa bear sh-t, need hot porridge,\r
Gotta a lot more sh-t than you could ever fathom,\r
A big head n-gga couldnt even imagine,\r
The sh-t I do, most doers never done,\r
Im a f-ck this beat, your b-tch who you better come,\r
Better run this sh-t, I dont run from sh-t,\r
I still beat your ass like a f-cking drumstick,\r
Weezy f-cking baby baby make the ladies come quick,\r
The money cant fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit,\r
And Im so unfit cause all I eat is rappers,\r
And these rappers aint sh-t I like my fast food faster,\r
Syrup got me slow like a turtle round this hoe,\r
And Im flyer than the highest flying bird around this hoe,\r
Whats the word around this hoe, you get served around this hoe,\r
Yeah you get served like a f-cking Hordeurve around this hoe,\r
I dont slurge around no hoe, no I dont shine in front no b-tch,\r
Cause after she get off my d-ck I be like find the front door b-tch,\r
I dont know why the f-ck your b-tch keep coming by and I f-ck your b-tch 100 times what the f-ck your b-tch got on her mind, my f-cking d-ck,\r
I call her dick head, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bic head\r
Your flow sick, my sh-t did, sillier than vic said, soulja boy and arab,\r
You should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance,\r
I call it the nay nay dance proud to be nay nays dad,\r
Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland,\r
We are not the same, I am a martian, this is space jam,\r
No ceilings R-I-P a man, muthf-cking cave man\r
Beating on my chest Young Money Cash Money,\r
And Im eating all the rest n-gga no offence,\r
Sorry if your offended,\r
Riding high like Im on 54 inches,\r
Man Id rather chill with 54 b-tches,\r
Chi-chill like chi-chill like an eskimo\r
Lets get mo, lets get mo b-tches\r
And I be like lets get mo b-tches,\r
Mr officer stop arresting your b-tches,\r
Stop let the messy hoes mess with yo business,\r
Mickey mouse cheese, hip hop Walt Disney,\r
Shesh gosh Oshkosh Bgosh, smokin on that Bob Marley,\r
Listening to Pete Tosh,\r
I do me, no I do three,\r
At A T I M E, why when we say we young mula,\r
The bitches leave yall and relay run to us,\r
[ Lil Wayne Lyrics are found on ] \r
And payday comes sooner than later round here,\r
You see my sharks like I got some bait around here,\r
Hey you better stop the hate around there,\r
Before tommy mack and nina debate around there,\r
Yeah you see it in my face I dont care,\r
Whole court hearing trial and the case around there,\r
Im the best thing yet I know I got that thing wet,\r
Evvrybody want be fly but dont know where there wings at,\r
Ah hu.\r
\r
Had to pause for a minute and Im right back in it like the draws of the woman,\r
On a scale of 1 10 and my girl be a 20,\r
My girls so bad make a n-gga think he sinning,\r
My goons so pretty my goons are so with me,\r
Haters got to go on iTunes to go get me\r
Gaters by the doors, baboons and those grizzlys\r
All come at me when Im on the microphone in the,\r
Mic check 2 3, Im different like blue pee\r
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop Be\r
Like a hoopty, man the boy been riding\r
And I aint gasd up because Im more like a hybrid,\r
You think Im stunting no Im just surviving,\r
And Ive been here but my soul is just arriving,\r
Look up in the air, its a crow its a robin,\r
No ceilings full dose\r
Im prescribing, medication free\r
And for meditation we\r
Smoke some better tasting weed\r
That youll ever taste or see\r
S-H-A-R-P as tac hotter than\r
Riding through a dessert on a camel back,\r
I done bin riding through wherever with the hammer strapped,\r
I aint lying, I can do whatever if Im planning that,\r
So I got my guns lets dance like fanny pack,\r
And we cooked the hard, cut the soft and bring the. back,\r
Mafio b-tch where you muthf-cking family at,\r
Call my n-gga gudda if you trying to get your mami back,\r
All up in another n-gga woman I be ramming that,\r
Seeing through these see through n-ggas like their laminate,\r
Hip hop so contaminate, I swear just examine that,\r
If Im such a philanthropist the god to these evangelists,\r
I dress all Los Angeles but I love miami though,\r
I am so New Orleans yes I grew pistachios,\r
Dat mean I go nuts at any beat they throw at me,\r
And the bitches is so at me,\r
And you know what they throw at me
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