[Lil Wayne]
No Ceilings
Oh okay, I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
b**** I'm bad, I'm worse
I'll pass the Purp
Don't f*** with me cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk
I swear I be the sickest n****, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll s***** her purse
Okay I spazz, I curse
You last, I'm first
I'm on your a** like dirt
Behind that cash, get murked
I'm talking big s*** n****, join my hit list n****
What's the matter? check your bladder, I'm the s***-p*** n****
Shoot the wit-ness, n****
Whole court in the streets
And convict this n****
Oh d***less n****
Man I'm running with the blucka
Young Money m***********
You bet we gonna do our thing
Well ain't it sunny in the summer
And we coming for the comers
And whoever among us
And you know I'mma bust my a** until my crew very humongous
I say T.I hold your head
And Mack hold your head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names cause of the Feds
And to my bloods, code red
Man you know how we plead
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I got to pay
I'm a New Orleans n****, I don't take no s***
Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these b****** I ain't promise tomorrow
Now when they kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra
Flute rolling killing plants, the Lil Tune shop of horror
And we roll them b****** thick, make them look like Tocarra
Man I'm to much for these n****'s and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mama's, they get my highest honor
Got to take care of them kids, man I know you heard Obama
And I love Mona Island, Atlantic in my backyard
I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack yards
b**** I ball hard, breaking all the back boards
Pretty boy Floyd, step up I will crack yours
And even at the white house we pull up at the back doors
Walk around like I'm thirty feet tall
Tiger Wood's all these hoes trying' birdie these b****
And the Porches 911 like emergency cars
Man I just be chilling, I'm cool like Lou Rawl
Young Money in the building, I'm putting up new walls
n**** take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbing two logs
Young Mula, we the new s*** and new drawers
Uh, now get off my d***, I ain't f****** witcha
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like sunny listen
Red bones do me good then her friend, her sister
I mean her b****, she never met her best friend's sister
I leave her p**** Micro-soft like Windows Vista
Young Tuneche, pop that cucci for a goon hold
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
East side who I do it for, Eagle Street right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't f*** with Hollygrove
Lost some real n***** I knew from a long time ago
But heaven or hell I hopin' that they will be where I'mma go
Take a n**** gal and make her come give me a private show
Still long hair, don't care like a Navajo
I'm the hardest s*** go in your a** and search
I smash this verse, then I swag and surf
No Ceilings!
Ahahaha
No Ceilings
Oh okay, I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
b**** I'm bad, I'm worse
I'll pass the Purp
Don't f*** with me cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk
I swear I be the sickest n****, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll s***** her purse
Okay I spazz, I curse
You last, I'm first
I'm on your a** like dirt
Behind that cash, get murked
I'm talking big s*** n****, join my hit list n****
What's the matter? check your bladder, I'm the s***-p*** n****
Shoot the wit-ness, n****
Whole court in the streets
And convict this n****
Oh d***less n****
Man I'm running with the blucka
Young Money m***********
You bet we gonna do our thing
Well ain't it sunny in the summer
And we coming for the comers
And whoever among us
And you know I'mma bust my a** until my crew very humongous
I say T.I hold your head
And Mack hold your head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names cause of the Feds
And to my bloods, code red
Man you know how we plead
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I got to pay
I'm a New Orleans n****, I don't take no s***
Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these b****** I ain't promise tomorrow
Now when they kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra
Flute rolling killing plants, the Lil Tune shop of horror
And we roll them b****** thick, make them look like Tocarra
Man I'm to much for these n****'s and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mama's, they get my highest honor
Got to take care of them kids, man I know you heard Obama
And I love Mona Island, Atlantic in my backyard
I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack yards
b**** I ball hard, breaking all the back boards
Pretty boy Floyd, step up I will crack yours
And even at the white house we pull up at the back doors
Walk around like I'm thirty feet tall
Tiger Wood's all these hoes trying' birdie these b****
And the Porches 911 like emergency cars
Man I just be chilling, I'm cool like Lou Rawl
Young Money in the building, I'm putting up new walls
n**** take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbing two logs
Young Mula, we the new s*** and new drawers
Uh, now get off my d***, I ain't f****** witcha
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like sunny listen
Red bones do me good then her friend, her sister
I mean her b****, she never met her best friend's sister
I leave her p**** Micro-soft like Windows Vista
Young Tuneche, pop that cucci for a goon hold
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
East side who I do it for, Eagle Street right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't f*** with Hollygrove
Lost some real n***** I knew from a long time ago
But heaven or hell I hopin' that they will be where I'mma go
Take a n**** gal and make her come give me a private show
Still long hair, don't care like a Navajo
I'm the hardest s*** go in your a** and search
I smash this verse, then I swag and surf
No Ceilings!
Ahahaha