Lil Wayne - No Ceilings Album Lyrics

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Surf Swag

(KE on the track)
No Ceilings
Okay

I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
2 V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
Bitch, I'm bad, I'm worse, I'll pass the purp'
Don't f*ck with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk
I swear I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in a bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse
Okay, I spazz, I curse
You last, I'm first
I'm on your ass like dirt
Behind that cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big shit, nigga, join my hit list, nigga
What's the matter? Check your bladder, I'm the shit, piss, nigga
Shoot the witness, nigga
Hold court in the streets
And convict this nigga
Oh, dickless nigga
Man, I'm runnin' with the blocka
Young Money motherf*cka'
You think we gon' do our thing
Well ain't it sunny in the summer
And we coming for the commas
And whoever among us
And you know I'ma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I said 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 play it
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit
Take the brain off the whip, now it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches, I ain't promise tomorrow
Now women kicking it wit me like Nomar Garciaparra
Fuque roll them killer plants, the Lil Tune Shop of Horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like Tocara
Man, I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mamas, they get my highest honor
Gotta take care of them kids, man I know you heard Obama
And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
Quarterback shotgun, you don't get any sack yards
Bitch, I ball hard, breakin' all the backboards
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 Woods, all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
And the Porsche 911, like emergency calls
Man, I just be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls
Nigga, take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin' two logs
Young Mula, we the new shit, new drawers, uh
Now get off my dick, I ain't f*cking with ya
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
Redbone do me good then her friend assist her
I mean her bitch she never met, her best friends or sister
I leave the pussy micro soft like windows vista
Young Tunechi, pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't f*ck wit Hollygrove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But heaven or hell, I'm hopin' that they be where I'ma go
Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show
Still long hair don't care like a Navajo
I'm the hardest shit, go in your ass and search
I smash this verse and I swag and surf
No Ceilings

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YM Wasted

(Take it FATBOI)
No Ceilings

Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
President got 'em in the White House naked
Looked at the clock and it say 'Right now'
Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial
Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass
Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass
Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back
Bugatti matte black, "Where they do that at?"
South Beach Miami, ho, I'm probably with Tammy To'
My life is a video and the women want they cameo
I just want them pantyhose, and I'm higher than Geronimo
And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical
Now pop that pussy like a .44
I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low-blow
It's Young Money, baby, we the f*cking greatest
We done put them other niggas on a hiatus
Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data
'Cause I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter
I make my girl cum first then I arrive later
I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator
Getting money like hell yeah
This shit's so good it don't even smell bad
And you can tell Dad that I'm a Motherf*cker
You niggas best not slip, Ice Road Truckers
Light pole barrel, chopper stupid long
New Orleans nigga, I get Super-dome
Loyal to the game, the game been good to me
Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me
We on, nigga; let them hoes know
Young Money lay 'em down like old folks
You coming with it? We coming for it
Plenty to go around, now watch the money orbit
Real shit, people; now just absorb it
I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring
And I got so much swag I need an ad for it
And I don't like to brag so my bitches brag for me
Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming
She give me hot head, I call it global warming
If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now
I am more animal than the zoo allow
Put me in the wild, I'll be there for a while
You niggas little league, call 'em Curaçao
Energizer money, it keep going
I'm laid up, I'm free throwing
Who rebounding? Who gives a shit?
F*ck that, I got 27 years of this
Hit or miss, I hit your Missus
You are local news, I'm 60 Minutes
I hit the target, I hit the witness
I work out in my office, guess I'm fit for business
Too many visions, completed missions
Still icing out crosses, keep it Christian
We consistent, the streets commend it
Weezy F. Baby, the 'F' is for 'Forensics'
From start to finish, Usain Wayne
OK, you're doing your thang, well things change
You Plain Jane, I'm diverse
I save the world second, and I get high first
I'm a mind freak, check my time sheet
Bitch, I bring the noise, where the lions sleep
Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy
I'm always good, like Grandma cookies
Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer
It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer
She going down like the hands on my time-ticker
I'm always strapped; Vietnam, nigga
We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose
We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose
Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows
Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes
It's Young Money, baby, and the building grows
As we look up, where did the ceilings go?
No Ceilings

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Shoes

Okay
No Ceilings, motherf*cker
Good morning
Dick in your mouth while you're yawning
I'm goin' in
Gudda, why they started me?
Marley, why they started me?
I'll bring it to your front door
Like you ordered me
Back in this bitch
But a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit
Need hot porridge
Got a lot more shit
Than you could ever fathom
A big-head nigga
Couldn't even imagine
The shit I do
Most doers never done
I'ma f*ck this beat
Ya bitch, ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a f*cking drumstick
Weezy F*cking 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 ho
And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho
Whats the word around this ho?
You'll get served around this ho
Yeah, you'll get served
Like a f*cking hors d'ouvre around this ho
I don't splurge around no ho
No, I don't shine in front of no bitch
'Cause after she get off my dick
I be like, "Find the front door, bitch"
I don't know why in the f*ck your bitch keep coming by
I done f*cked your bitch a hundred times
What the f*ck your bitch got on her mind?
My f*cking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
Strike you like a Bic head
Your flow sick? My shit dead
Sillier than V.I.C. said
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
Motherf*cking caveman
Beating on my chest
Young Money, Cash Money
And I'm eating all the rest
Nigga, no offence
Sorry if you're offended
Riding high like I'm on 54 inches
Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches
Ch-chill like, ch-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 arresting your bitches
Stop lettin' the messy hoes mess with your business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney
Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B'gosh
Smokin on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh
I-I-I do me
No, I do three
At a T-I-M-E
Why when we
Say we Young Mula
The bitches leave y'all
And relay run to us
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, Mac, and Nina debate around there
Yeah, you see it in my face, I don't care
Hold court, hearing, 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 drawers of the women
On a scale of 1 to 10
And my girl be a 20
My girls so bad
Make a nigga think he's sinnin'
My goons so gritty
My goons is so with me
Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
Gators, Matadors
Baboons, and those Grizzlies
All come out me
When I'm on the micropho-n-e
Mic check, 2, 3
I am different like blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be
Like a hoopty
Man, the boy been riding
And I ain't gassed up, cause I'm more like a hybrid
You think I'm stuntin', but no, I'm just surviving
And I've been here, but my soul is just arriving
Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin
No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing
Medication free
And for meditation we
Smoke some better tasting weed
That you'll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P
As a tack
Hotter than
Riding through the desert on a camel back
I done been
Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped
I ain't lying
I can do whatever if I'm planning that
So I got my guns, let's dance like FannyPack
And we cook the hard, cut the soft
And bring the whammies back
Mafio, bitch, where your motherf*cking family at?
Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back
All up in another nigga's woman, I be ramming that
Seeing through these see-through niggas like they're laminate
Hip-hop so contaminate
I swear, just examine it
And I'm such a philanthropist
The God to these Evangelists
I dress all Los Angeles
But I love Miami though
I act so New Orleans
Yes, I go Pistachios
That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
And the bitches is so at me
And you know what they throw at me, ha
No Ceilings

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Broke Up

Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches
Hierarchy

Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88)
How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it)
See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah)
Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)
Broke up with all my bitches
I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)

Since you know I'm rich (rich)
You know she wanna date me (date me)
F*cked her in L.A. (A)
That's California-cation ('cation)
Give a f*ck what you thought (thought)
So many cars and so many gold (gold)
I f*cked up a lot (lot)
Broke up, my fault, remember the code (code)

Yeah! But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah
Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah
It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah
I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no

We be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88)
How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it)
See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah)
Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)
Broke up with all my bitches
I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)

I'm Weezy baby, no hard labor
I beat it up, I throw haymakers
And I ain't tryna be a heartbreaker
And that's word to the pacemakers
I'll shake her off like a salt shaker
If she ain't tryna be a team player
We could watch what we had go up in flames
That's cremation
I'm bein' patient when we embracin'
We just kick it 'til my knee in braces
But I close my eyes and start seein' faces
Of all the bitches that she replacin'
And my old hoes will be elated
To have the chance to be reinstated
And these new hoes will be elated
To have the chance to be my latest, and that's real

Yeah! But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah (Tunechi)
Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah (Mula, baby!)
It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah
I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no (all these, f*ck these hoes)

We be gettin' money like it's '88 (man, f*ck these hoes)
How many chains can my jeweler make? (F*ck these hoes)
See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
How many hoes can a nigga take? (I just f*cked these hoes)
Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches (I just f*cked these hoes)
I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (I just f*cked these hoes)
Broke up with all my bitches
I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (I just f*cked these hoes)

Uh, send sexy pics to my phone, big daddy wish he was home (that's right)
Bubbles in my jacuzzis (that's right) just like we did out in Rome (that's right)
Took her shoppin' for Loub' (that's right), said the Berkin was better (that's right)
Suitcases full of black dollars (that's right), you know I'm workin' for cheddar (that's right)
Versace shoes and the robes (that's right), and f*ck the expensive clothes (that's right)
When she lay on her back (that's right), I try to suck out her soul (that's right)
Make her shakin' and shiver (that's right), all these wonderful trembles (that's right)
Oh no, I can't be your man (oh, no), I'm just that one to remember (that's right)
We had a hell of a time (that's right), you left in time just for church (that's right)
Pray that you please say a prayer (that's right) for all my dawgs who do dirt (amen)
Hit my phone if you need me (that's right), I'm at the drop of a needle (that's right)
Hatin' on your G-Wagon (that's right), tell 'em you just copped the sequel, that's right
Roll with a boss (that's right), Jason Dinero (that's right)
We took a stroll through the mall and she got the set of stilettos
I got 'em

Yeah! (M-M-M, that's right)
But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah (M-M)
Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah
(Maybach Music)
It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah
I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no (M-M-M)

We be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88)
How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it)
See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain'

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Banned

Uh, ayo, it's Weezy motherf*ckin', easy with the hatin'
Bitch, I'm in the buildin', you just decoratin'
I'm just detonatin', then I get blatant
More dangerous than Internet datin'
Scoob got the cameras on, so I gotta show off
I'll put your sister on, I'll knock your bro off
Weezy spit snowballs, catch it in your face, bitch
Good game, Wayne, man, I deserve a Naismith
Cocaine gang flow, dope in the vein flow
I'll only be smoking the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Drano, your boyfriend a lame-o
And if you stay with him, then y'all in the same boat
Deepwater Carter, fishing for a dollar
You can join the salad, I'm splitting your tomata
Ball 'cause I gotta, you'll love me in the morning
I told her I'm a king, them other niggas Prince Charming
She love to rock my mic, she say there's nothing like performing
Man, I'm in love with her grill, George Foreman
Forewarning, Young Money's armed
And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn
Yeah, take that to the bank wit' ya
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures
Smoke weed, talk shit like Lane Kiffin
Whole country in recession, but Wayne different, huh
And I'm a Maybach rider
Haven't drove it one time, I got a cool black driver
Can't walk around with guns, I got a dude that got 'em
Don't worry if I'm shootin' as long as you don't get shot
And I'm a beast, I'm a pit bull
I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled
I'm a beast, I'm a big bull
I got my money right, I got my clip full, haha
Yeah, it's like seven in the morning, nigga
I'm up for whoever the opponent, nigga
Stop the track, let me relish in the moment, nigga
Now bring that motherf*cker back, 'cause I'm goin' in, nigga
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the bitches worth having then I bet we have 'em all
And man, I'm so high, it's like an everlasting fall
And I'm charging these hoes like women basketball
Uh, I bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite
Superhero car, like I crime fight
I see big cheese, you niggas' blind mice
Uh, T-Streets still roll with me
Still sticking to the script, like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit? We are those hitmen
He stopped running, the bullet holes didn't
Uh, basically, I'm still a monster
'Til the fat lady sing, I come to kill a opera
Y'all too plain, I'm a helicopter
My words keep going, like a teleprompter
I'm a asshole, wipe me down, bitch
I get big checks, Niketown, bitch
Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit
And the flag red, like clown lips
Uh, T, I can't stop goin'
Drop my best shit, like the Cowboys dropped Owens
I'm the best to ever do it, motherf*cker, I know it
No Ceilings, goddammit, now the f*ckin' sky's showin', uh

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Throw It In

She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes
Got no needs, she got me
Buying her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop
All we do is shop until we drop
Like there ain't a floor

She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes
Got no needs, she got me
Buying her them Fendi shoes (yeah)
All we do is shop until we drop (No Ceilings, baby)
All we do is shop until we drop
Like there ain't a floor

Okay, swimming in Polo, sleeping in Jordans
I bought her cell phone and I don't even much call it
New imports make her feel important
No bullshit, nigga, no Ben Gordon
Get her information, take her on vacation
Give her dope dick, now she under the sedation
Wake her in the morning, breakfast where she slept at
Tell her go shopping, I can't wait 'til she get back
Louis flip-flops and a pair of pink sweat pants
She wear that on my jet, I f*ck her after jet lag
I take her to the vet, 'cause she a bad bitch
You can't be broke and happy, so me, I'm mad rich
I'm talking Young Money shit, she love the way I think
L'Oreal all over my bathroom sink
Betsey Johnson all over my bedroom counter
My pockets too deep, I f*ck around and drown her

She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes
Got no needs, she got me
Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings)
All we do is shop until we drop (yeah)
All we do is shop until we drop (I got you, baby)
Like there ain't a floor

She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes
Got no needs, she got me
Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings)
All we do is shop until we drop
All we do is shop until we drop
Like there

Okay, f*cking on Versace, napping on satin
I love to hit it backwards, call it pig latin
I bought her ass a Mac, now we be iChattin
Nigga swag-jackin', but I got my patent
Fresh out the salon, I took her to Milan
I speak a little French and her's is no better then mine
I pass her the blunt, she probably hit it one time
Catch us at the game sitting on the baseline
We can call a timeout, take a lil' time out
Pockets too deep, shorty, you gon' have to climb out
Faviana prom dress with your spine out
And I live on the beach, you can get that panty line out
She wants to own me and I ain't tryna fight it
She said it's her dick, she got it copyrighted
And I don't pay for pussy because her pussy's priceless
I go fishing in it, and I ain't a Pisces, uh
Gucci only to the grocery store
Stop playing, bitch, we balling like Okafor
Ha, and now we headed to the dealer
I'm going to cop my baby something with no ceilings, ah

She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes
Got no needs, she got me
Buying her them Fendi shoes (get it)
All we do is shop until we drop (haha)
All we do is shop until we drop (No Ceilings)
Like there ain't a floor

She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes
Got no needs, she got me
Buying her them Fendi shoes (Young Money)
All we do is shop until we drop (Young Money)
All we do is shop until we drop
Like there ain't a floor

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That's All I Have

Nigga ain't let me catch my breath or nothing
Ya heard me?

Ha! Peek-a-boo, bitch! Swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest shit
Gorillas in the mist, pro-black, pump they fist
I'm from the Planet of the Apes, King Kong clips
Silence Lambs, bitch, run through your land trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya?
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple, lay back, relax ya mental
Shit, you know what I do, now tell me what you tryna get into
The man car's rented, the man car killing
Gossipping? Man, f*ck the car, look at the man in it, ha
Boys-to-man business, we don't hire bitches
Just fire bitches, Young Money fire spitters
Them red ants is with us
And they ain't ate they dinner
Begin the feast, feet lying, fatality finish
I'm killin these records, they put me in Guinness
I really don't give a f*ck if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I'm still gonna get my f*cking percentage
I cuss a lot 'cause bitch I'm serious
Young, no beard, get soup
Like gumbo with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch

And my dawg T was just rockin', ya heard me?
Hit the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches tryna to Cirque du Soleil me
Got some new bitches, trail got 'em laughin'
The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket
Shotgun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet
F*ckin' with me is like steppin' on the tail of a dragon
Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant
I keep a house full, nigga, call me Bob Saget
Spendin' time backwards, hotter than a cactus
And we ain't in the buildin', we the f*ckin' contractors
YM, mothaf*cka, why hate it?
Young Money down your throat, you gotta stay hydrated
Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady
Open up ya mouth, and catch a bomb baby
Good morning, dude, Eagle Street corner, Tune
Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna Doone
I'm warnin' you, we on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden tools
That's bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow
Hip-hop was washed up so I brought some change to finish my load
I load millions and more millions
Money to the ceilings?
Nigga, No Ceilings

Step up in this bitch, 5 o'clock in the morning
The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning
I'ma get that worm now, tell 'em it's my turn now
Y'all niggas need a lesson on some ethic, you gon' learn now
I do this for the love of it, saliva, 'cause I love to spit
And I juke it, for my future records, y'all gon' love to spin
F*cking with my brethren, 10 years strong
And he put them dreads in, Silver John Long
But he's more like platinum, hold up, here's a napkin
Pick your jaw up off the floor and tuck your tongue right back in
Tell me, where is Mack Maine?
That's all I have

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Wayne On Me

I'm calling you daddy, daddy
Can you be my daddy, daddy?
I need a daddy, daddy
Would you be my daddy, daddy? (No Ceilings)
Come and make it Wayne down on me (come make it Wayne on me, baby)
Come and make it Wayne down on me

Uh, wide receiver Weezy
Throw the pussy at me
Them pussy lips smilin'
I make the pussy happy
Take them panties off
The pussy lookin' at me
I'm the pussy monster
Now get the pussy ready
I like to kiss, she like to kiss
I deep stroke, and make her bite her fist
The lights is on, the night is grown
We get it poppin' 'cause we know we can when wifey home
California kush strong as a titans what I'm lightin' on
We get high as f*ck then we just do it, put your Nikes on
Tattoos on her waist, she like the tattoos on my face
And if there's something she'd like to say, I let her say it on my microphone
She love my style, but that's expected
She comin' back to you? The chances anorexic
I knew she had it in her, so I got it out her
She give me neck around the clock, I call it round the collar
She rub my back, she say I'm tight
She cook, f*ck and clean
And still make her flight
First class pussy
Crystal glass pussy
I get it wetter then bass pussy

(You done been)

Uh, I likes it thick and red
Ralph Lauren spread
Lady in the streets
Porn star in bed
She like to f*ckfight
So we spar in bed
She got that pink pussy
I beat it orange red
I f*ck American pie
And I get foreign head
She sit down and ride
Like I'm a thoroughbred
She kiss mine
And I kiss hers back
If shes a bad bitch
She deserve that
She send me pictures to my iPhone
Then I gotta clear 'em c'ause my girl be checking my phone
I'm in the Bentley with the mind blown
When I'm in that pussy, honey, I'm home

You done been good
But you can do better
I done been wet
But I can get wetter
Come and make it Wayne down on me
(Yeah, No Ceilings, mothaf*cka, ah)
You done been good
But you can do better
I done been wet
But I can get wetter
Come and make it Wayne down on me
(I like that)

I'm calling you daddy, daddy (and that's Shanell by the way)
Can you be my daddy, daddy? (Young Money)
I need a daddy, daddy (No Ceilings)
Would you be my daddy, daddy?
Come and make it Wayne down on me (Young Mula, baby)
Come and make it Wayne down on me (No Ceilings, mothaf*cka, ah)

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I'm Good

Uh
Uh
No Ceilings, nigga
Got T in here, Fuque in here
Streets in here, Lucc in here
We in here biatch, haha

Okay, Boston Red Sox cap, I get baseball money
Used to do it big, but now, bitch, I do it Paul Bunyan
Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans, black Chucks
Hollywood shotgun, watch me make it act up
Saints cap, new car, paint that if it ain't black
Red light, press a button, make the top faint back
That was tough, so are us, no such thing as sobered up
You close minded, I shoot you in the head I bet you open up
High yellow women with her hair to her ass
Bring her home, f*ck her like a belt then I crash
And when it comes to head, I get that head of the class
I got them green backs like I laid in the grass
Lucci be my nigga, the east is up the buildin'
Young Mula ba-, the blanks already filled in
Fire alarm dick, them bitches wanna pull
Weezy baby nigga I ain't just good mothaf*cka I'm

I'm good
I'm good (haha, No Ceilings)
I'm good
I'm good

Yeah
Still no job, bitch, but I ain't hurtin'
Phone still ringin' so I'm still workin'
Got coke for the snorters, drank if you slurpin'
Even got a couple pills for you if your back hurtin'
Uh, they call me Mr. Pharmaceutical
I'm getting money every time I'm in the studio
I'm getting money, bitch, even when I do a show
I get the money even if I have to sue a ho
That's how the game go, eastside play it cold
We love the new coupes, we love our necks froze
You couldn't be me if you could
Weezy Baby, Lucci Lou and we good

I'm good
I'm good
I'm good
I'm good, yeah

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Let Do It

F*ck that, in his face, dawg
Fuque, hit the weed
You got all that shit? Yeah

Uh, uh, I got Young Money up
And now I got my feet up
Tune in this bitch
Tell my niggas throw them B's up
Doing what the f*ck I want
Hate me all the f*ck you want
Real niggas f*ck with me and I don't give a f*ck who don't
Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, f*ck
Prison in February and I ain't in no rush
Drink 'til I throw up
Nigga, roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man I gotta go pro once
Hit 'em with the shotgun
Call that shit the stop button
Call me Doctor Carter
AKA Young Wild Nigga
AKA No Trial Nigga
AK click-clack, pow, nigga
F*ckin' with the kid and you'll be missin' like Bilal, nigga
Yeah, swagger stupid
Pack a Uzi
Hunnid clips nigga, that's a movie
Aim at your toupee
You sweet as Kool-Aid
Creme brulee
I'm sharp as Blu-ray
I f*ck her today
Then she gotta skate, young Lupe
I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher
I keep the tools on me, get the screwface
Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
LV's, nigga, on every suitcase
YM, nigga, it's a new day
We the champions, nigga hoo-ray, yeah
Hammer in the Loui'd duff'
Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullet come too fast to adjust
I don't give a f*ck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and the coupe sped up
Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up
I'm Weezy F. and the f is for flame
Eat these rappers, chef up the game
Shit on the track, shit on the train
Murder the beat, the beat was slain
Rest in peace, that's a shame
He kill anybody's song
Versatile as f*ck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman's dome
No homo, you rockin' wrong, rest in peace my Styrofoam
Now they won't know what I be on
Get the f*ck off my dick, my cock, my bone
Big money, my pockets long
New Orleans, I got my home
And they got my back, pause
No homo, no maricon
Smokin' on that private grown
It put me where I belong
All about my cheese, cheddar, mozzarella, provolone
F*ck her for an hour long
Let her take a shower, gone
Sorry, baby, but I'm in my "I don't wanna be bothered zone"
Yeah, you're a groupie
Get on your duty
Two women give me head, call that two faced
Bitch, I'm too great
Take your food tray
I was born on doomsday
Uh, ain't no nigga like me
Wassup to my gang
Big B's like a Breitling
Take a nigga bitch, she ride dick like she's cycling
Then she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men
Uh, f*ck you niggas wan' do?
No ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F. the f is for f*ck what you're going through
Make your people mourn you
Haha, okay let's do it

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I'm Single

Uh, camo shorts and Bubba Kush
Yeah, we can talk, she rather fuss
This and that, 'bout such and such, man
Damn, where is the f*ckin' trust?
I'm tired of the hoop and hollerin'
I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins
Then take a female to the islands
Uh, then take her clothes off and do the honors
Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches, yeah
I told her mind her f*ckin' business
Shit, she probably out here f*ckin' niggas
I'm f*ckin' her friends, now her friends ain't even f*ckin' wit her
Damn, she text me all day and night
So pissed off, she ain't even spellin' shit right
I text her back and tell her it's life
Now somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night

Yeah, I'm single make her have to cancel that bitch like Nino
I ain't trippin' on nothin', I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single, yeah, I'm single and I'm single, tonight I'm single
And I ain't trippin' on nothin', I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight

Uh, dreads braided to the back
I'm chillin' but my swag on full attack, haha
And my girl actin' like a brat
So when she call, I don't answer, I just write her back
She hate it when I do that shit
And when I get home, she go through my shit
She call numbers back to see who that is
Man, I hate it when she do that shit
Polo t-shirt, polo draws
Now make me take this polo off
Girl, you can get broken off
Yeah, I'll f*ck you for an hour then I'll smoke it off
Swimmin' trunks and bathin' suits
Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth
Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight
Man, somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night

Yeah, I'm single make her have to cancel that bitch like Nino
I ain't trippin' on nothin', I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single, yeah, I'm single and I'm single, tonight I'm single
And I ain't trippin' on nothin', I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight

Uh, now she got on her f*ck 'em dress
And I got on my double breast
Uh, and he been fussin' all day with her
And I make her feel special like a place kicker
She wanna be Weezy F baby sitter
Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her
I say hold up, she say she just playin'
Then I falls in that pussy like quicksand
Uh, hot sex and cold wine
She left that nigga hangin' like a clothes line
I cut my phones off, both lines
It's 'bout to get nasty, pork rinds
She came hard, both times
We both say we single and we both lyin'
We both wrong but it feel right
Put your hands up if you're single for the night

Uh, yeah, I'm single make her have to cancel that bitch like Nino
I ain't trippin' on nothin', I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single, yeah, I'm single and I'm single, tonight I'm single
And I ain't trippin' on nothin', I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight, yeah

If you're single, put your hands up (uh)
If you're single (uh) put your hands up (uh)
If you're single (uh) put your, if you're single tonight

I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
I ain't trippin' on nothin', I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight, yeah
Haha, uh
Let me cut my phone back on, man
Sorry baby, but I gotta go back home, yeah
It's morning (it's morning)