I'll Die For You lyrics - Lil Wayne


[Verse 1:]
[Giggles]
Ayyy, I tried to treat you like no other
To be like no other in your life
Ayyy and I'd of cried to see you with another
To see you with another to win your life

[Chorus:]
Hear me out please..
HEAR ME OUT!
Hear me out before you walk up out the door
Hear me out please
Hear me out
BEFORE YOU WALK UP OUT THAT FUCKING DOOR
I loved you like no other
I do you like no other
I swear to god I motha fucking tried
I do you like no other
I treat you like no other
Without you in my life I'd fucking die
I'd die without you
I'd die
I'd die without you
I'd die
Die without you...

[Verse 2:]
I'll cry, until you see an ocean
I'm sinking to the ocean's floor
To many miles
I'd die here to see you with another
To see you with another
To be in your life

[Chorus:]
Hear me out please...
HEAR ME OUT!
Hear me out before you walk up out the door
Hear me out please
Hear me out
BEFORE YOU WALK UP OUT THAT FUCKING DOOR!
I love you like no other
I treat you like no other
I need you in my mother fucking life
I treat you like no other
And there won't another
There won't be another be Mr. Right
I'd die without you
I'd die
I'll die without you
I'll die
I'll die without you
I'll die
I'll die
Oooh

[Bridge:]
Bury me a G
Bury me a G when I die
Bury me a G when she cry
And I'll be looking down from the sky
Bury me a G
Ayy bury me a G when I die
Bury me a G
And I I swear
You gon here me out
Yea here me out
Here me out before you walk up out my door
You gon here me out
DON'T YOU WALK UP OUT MY FUCKING DOOR
I love you like no other
I treat you like no other
I need you in my mother fucking life
I do you like no other
I treat you like no other
I promise, I swear I'd die without you
Die without you
Die without you
Die without you
I'd die without you
Die without you
Die without you
Die without... you

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I'm So Over You lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Shanell)


[Lil Wayne:]
No regrets at all, I'm high and I hope you can catch the fall
Welcome to my lecture hall, you can't shake my infection off
Take me to your leader and, I promise I will be the man
Swim until I see the sand, then die as soon as I reach the land
The water's over our hands, what happened to our plans
Swim until I see the sand, then die as soon as I reach the land!

[Chorus:]
This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution
I don't need no protection, I don't need your confusion
Don't know what to believe
Don't know what to believe
Don't know what to believe
Don't care what you believe
Cause I'm so over you, yeah I'm so over you
Yeah I fly over you, cause I'm so over you

[Shanell:]
Heeeey
I did everything by the book, book, book
Scribblin'over all the notes that I took, took, took
Find out that you're no better than a crook
Setting the setup to fall like the twins, you... struck
Show them a picture of my I.D.
Better enough to prove that it's me
Look in the mirror,
Now who should I...

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]
Ha!
Don't know what to believe (huh)
Don't know what to believe (yeah)
Don't know what to believe (huh)
Don't care what you believe (yeah)
Don't know what to believe (huuuh)
Don't know what to believe (yeaaaaah)
Don't know what to believe (huuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaah)
Yeaah!
Huh!

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mixtape: "No Ceilings" (2009)



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Swag Surfin' lyrics - Lil Wayne


No Ceilings..

O-Ok, 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 
Bitch I’m bad 
I’m worse 
I pass the purp 
Don’t fuck with me ‘cause right now I’m higher than Cap-tain Kirk 
I swear I be the sickest nigga, You can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I’ll snatch her purse 
Ok 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 hitlist nigga 
What’s the matter? Check your bladder, I’m the shit- piss nigga 
Shoot the witness, nigga 
Whole court in the streets 
And convict this nigga 
Oh, dickless nigga 
Man I’m runnin’ with the blucka 
Young money motherfucka 
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 Imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous 
I said T.I. hold ya head 
And Mack hold ya head 
Wish I could, but I can’t say some other names ‘cause of the feds 
And to my bloods- cold red 
Man you know how we plead 
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay 
I-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 when they kicking it wit me, like Nomar Garciaparra 
Flute rollin’, killin’ plants, the lil shop of horror
And we roll them bitches thick- make ‘em look like Toccara (Jones)
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 mommas, they get my highest honor 
Gotta take care o’ 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 birdie these balls 
And the Porche 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, and new drawers 
(Uh) Now get off my dick- I ain’t fuckin’ witcha 
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol 
Weezy beat the beat up, like Sonny Liston 
Redbone do me good, then I friend her sister 
I mean a bitch, she never met her best friend or sister 
I leave her pussy microsoft like Windows Vista 
Young tunche, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe 
Bullet in you boy’s memory, now you act like you dunno 
East side who I do it for- Eagle Street, right by the store 
Katrina wiped the city out- but couldn’t fuck with Hollygrove 
Lost some real niggas, I knew from a long time ago 
But heaven or hell, I hopin’ that they be where Imma 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. 
(Hahaha.)

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Ice Cream Paint Job lyrics - Lil Wayne


Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o'dogg
Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Pain killers got a nigga bout ta doze off
Big shit nigga talk big shit nigga
Big bread bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga
Money spread like germs get sick nigga
Yeaa, And fuck them other niggas,
1 9 hundred who want It, I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river
I dont care if you were Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher than a mothafucka Alps my nigga
I'm flyer than a mothafucka stealth my nigga
Young Money shit top shelf my nigga
We them mothafuckas like Milf my nigga
UhUhm, Flow like Syringes
Yea I'm in my mode got a code like Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the trunk
And everybody watch your back, when your in the front
You ain't never safe stop playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles

Why thank yous, if you a hater
I'm eatin, yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom later
Young Tune nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think its sweet, buy a room nigga
Damu Nigga, Im on my gang shit,
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a mothafucking blunt,
Stupid fruity swag like a mothafucka runt
And I be with my dog like a mothafucking hunt
and everyday of the week is the first day of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it poppin like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict
Running this shit now Im feelin athletic
I I'm on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin Im fresher then a degree stick
Street shit, well of course, I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high horse, please don't shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I need a massage,
And when it comes to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller don't tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
bitch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it, well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the shit weak stomachs
No Ceilings....Mothafucka

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D.O.A. lyrics - Lil' Wayne


[Blunt lighting]

Ugh, fiji water granddaddy purp
Excuse me I let da semi auto-matic burp
Blood gang muthafucka call me red alert
Young carter, kill in order who get it 1st
Stuff dat gurl with dick till her head burst
Young wizzle, flow needles I can thread shirts
Boy you aint did shit I den said worst
Flip your fitted cap back like fred durst
Ugh, fiji water og kush
I drink verses & eat hooks
Got da stove on my waist & we cooks
Im in da way you cant pass like aaron brooks
President ride da car slow
I let my driver drive I'm on part 4
Spit hangin from my mouth retard flow
& I say wat I want like an award show
Im on sum shit dat aint even cum out da ass yet
Sit back & watch da green grow like da grass wet
Young or old there aint no comparing me
I just cleared dat up moment of clarity ugh!

[blunt lighting]

Ugh, I'm about to go almonds
Young head-bussa get ya helmets
You niggas real soft wat is that velvet
I get big chips you get alvins
Ugh, I'm about to go wal-nuts
We get 7-digit money you can call us
Hit em wit da choppa watch em ball up
Paint ya face red you all dolled up
Yea, young nino nigga
Do it for my team tim tebow nigga
Im killing dis shit grim-reap flow nigga
Gettin swalloed by da maybach deep-throat nigga!
Ugh, I'm about to go planters
Im still in my prime deion sanders
We all gamblers, I will not lose
Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels
Ugh, gimme mine imma take mine
Smoke da purple, I heard it to da grapevine
Weezy baby a.k.a your heiness
I just killed dis shit moment of silence ugh,

(but I aint finished uh-uh....NO CEILINGS muthafucka yea)

Ugh, I'm in da zone like a fast-ball
& I fucked da game up like a bad call
Let da money stack, dont let da cash fall
Bars all day, no last call
Ugh, I'm in da redzone nigga
Wake up in da morning with ya head gone nigga
Birdman jr. wings spread on niggas
Leave da beef in da streets & bring da bread home nigga
Yea, tell da doctor step aside please
Dr. carter gasoline in your ivs
Strong dry weed
Make my eyes bleed
Strong arm wrap
I rock an iron sleeve
Ugh, I'm in da zone like da secondary
No lie bitch I'm flier than a pet canary
Im a dog on da beat fuck da vetenary
Two women praise me like mary-mary
Ugh, I'm in da zone like college ball
Spit fire like I'm cippin on a molotov
Loose bowels dis shit so easy
Jay-Z (I might send this to da mixtape weezy)
Ugh,hahahahaha
NO CEILINGS yea
Haha!
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Interlude #1 lyrics - Lil Wayne


[Smoking]

What Up Doe?
Hahaha.
Yeah!
This is No Ceilings, man, Welcome.
I appreciate you for having this, if you got this, if your listening to this.
Thank you.
First off, this is for You..You-You-You.
As always.
Is a big thank you for coming out to all the nights and days on tour.
Tours actually.
For come and supporting me every single night,
Even if you didn't come to the tour, jus-just Thank you.

And Uhm...
That's that GuddaVille playing in the background,
my nigga Gudda Mixtape, go get that shit.
And uh...
I ain't gonn' talk to much...
So...
Ima get back to this blunt.
And you get back to the Mixtape.

No Ceilings! [Echo]

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Wasted lyrics - Lil' Wayne


Rock star lifestyle might not make it,
President got him in the White House naked,
Looked at the clock and it said right now,
Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial,
Pelle tele dutche, 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 hoe, I'm probably with tammy toe,
My life is a video and the women want they cameo,
I just want them panties hoe & I'm higher than geranimo,
And I got them tools, tell em boys to get mechanical,
Now pop that pussy like a four four,
I turn her round and bend her over like a low blow,
It's Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest,
We don put the other niggas on a hiatus,
Beat ya bitch with a pump if she deny data,
Cause I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter,
I'll make my girl cum first then I'll arrive later,
I shake your pussy's up, I'm her vibrator, haha,
Keep getting money like hell yeah,
This shits so good it don't even smell bad,
And you can tell dad, that I'm muthafucker,
You niggas bet not slip, ice road truckers,
Like Paul Barrow, choppa 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 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 try to pay attention but ya'll 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 don't do it dog, let's do it now,
I am more animal then the zoo allow,
Put me in the wild, I'll be there for a while,
You n-ggas little league, call em Curaco*,
Energizer money, it keep going,
I'm laid up, I'm free throwing,
Who rebounding, who gives a shit,
Fuck dat, I got 27 years of this,
Hit or miss, I hit your misses,
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 icin 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 ya doing your thing,
The things change, you plain Jane,
I'm diverse, I say 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 screen or the swine 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,
Young Money baby,
And the building grows as we look up,
Where did the ceilings go?

{*Curaco is a small island in the Caribbean that frequently produced little league baseball teams that make it the World Series in Williamsport, PA.}

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Watch My Shoes lyrics - Lil Wayne


No ceilings muthafucker good morning,
Dick in your mouth while you yawning,
I'm goin in, Gudda why they started me,
Marley why they started me,
I'll bring you to the front door like you ordered me,
Back in this bitch but a lot more rich,
On my poppa bear shit, need hot porridge,
Gotta a lot more shit than you could ever fathom,
A big head n-gga couldn't even imagine,
The shit I do, most doer's never done,
I'm a fuck this beat, your bitch who you better come,
Better run this shit, I don't run from shit,
I still beat your ass like a fucking drumstick,
Weezy fucking 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 flying bird around this hoe,
What's the word around this hoe, you get served around this hoe,
Yeah you get served like a fucking H'ordeurve around this hoe,
I don't slurge 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 the fuck your bitch keep coming by and I fuck your bitch 100 times
what the fuck your bitch got on her mind, my fucking dick,
I call her dick head, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bic head
Your flow sick, my shit did, sillier than vic said, soulja boy and arab,
You should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance,
I call it the nay nay dance proud to be nay nay'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 a man, muthfucking cave man
Beating on my chest Young Money Cash Money,
And I'm eating all the rest n-gga no offence,
Sorry if your offended,
Riding high like I'm on 54 inches,
Man Id rather chill with 54 bitches,
Chi-chill like chi-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 let the messy hoes mess with yo business,
Mickey mouse cheese, hip hop Walt Disney,
Shesh gosh Oshkosh B'gosh, smokin on that Bob Marley,
Listening to Pete Tosh,
I do me, no I do three,
At A T I M E, why when we say we young mula,
The bitches leave ya'll and relay run to us,
And payday comes sooner than later round here,
You see my sharks like I 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,
Whole court hearing trial and the case around there,
I'm the best thing yet I know I got that thing wet,
Evvrybody want be fly but don't know where there wings at,
Ah hu...

Had to pause for a minute and I'm right back in it like the draws of the woman,
On a scale of 1 - 10 and my girl be a 20,
My girls so bad make a n-gga think he sinning,
My goons so pretty my goons are so with me,
Haters got to go on iTunes to go get me
Gaters by the doors, baboons and those grizzly's
All come at me when I'm on the microphone in the,
Mic check 2 - 3, I'm 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 gas'd up because I'm more like a hybrid,
You think I'm stunting 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 tac hotter than
Riding through a dessert on a camel back,
I done bin 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 fanny pack,
And we cooked the hard, cut the soft and bring the... back,
Mafio bitch where you muthfucking family at,
Call my n-gga gudda if you trying to get your mami back,
All up in another n-gga woman I be ramming that,
Seeing through these see through n-ggas like their laminate,
Hip hop so contaminate, I swear just examine that,
If I'm such a philanthropist the god to these evangelists,
I dress all Los Angeles but I love miami though,
I am so New Orleans yes I grew pistachios,
Dat mean I go nuts at any beat they throw at me,
And the bitches is so at me,
And you know what they throw at me

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Break Up lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Short Dawg, Gudda Gudda)


[Lil Wayne]
(No Ceilings muthafucka)
Nice tires on da ghini,
you should wanna king me
Brain dead flow, vegetable zucchini
I live on the beach,
she walk around in her bikini
Girls are like school,
and i cut em like seniors
Im here to distinguish,
the bears from the penguins
Life is just a gap,
get some money in between it
Glocs like police,
pumps like fenas
This beat gettin totaled,
Pam,Keisha,Kemas
Sittin on da World,
thinkin bout a girl
Pistol on my side,
paint you like mural
Dig in my pocket,
pulled out the party
Be cool before you get stumped and pulled out the party
Ha Ha Hollygrove shit, im on my Hollygrove shit
Lookin for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick
Big bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices
Church like a choir and a couple of old priests
Elevator in my crib cause its five floors
Im not expectin you to have one inside yours;hahe
Vince Young, suicide doors, haha,
life’s a bitch ; now die for her.

[Short Dawg]
I have the type of flow n-ggas don’t have to like,
my rhymes is ambidextrous so I don’t have to write,
the way I’m eating n-ggas wish they had my appetite,
straight up out of Texas and I’m major like apple white,
I pull four then I hit the exit door,
take a trip to Macy’s cop the whole second floor,
hood smell the scent of money coming out my pours,
yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, bore,
I made it from a flyer to the forbes, (see me)
Young Elvis Freshly, yes he flyer than the store
dropping babys out and your chicks cheek, kicks neat
got your son looking up to me like I’m 6 feet
your daughter need someone to save her, not me,
I'm knocking hoes down like Laila Ali,
try hit and imma put the toaster to ya kidney,
then I pull off in a Bentley top open like a chimney
Damn, its No Ceilings like a Colosseum,
candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea,
the way Im leaning I’m annoyed if I stand still,
flow harder than an anvil,
short (short)

[Gudda Gudda]
Ok, its Gudda hoe,
all about my bills like buffalo,
your bitch under my sheets,
I heard she was an undercover hoe
purple got me moving slow,
like I’m in a snail race
pop pop pop 3 shots to the head,
then I pick up my shell case
leave em with a pale face,
yes I am a young money goon,
your girl like a motion picture she gon be coming soon
i do a certain rule, i pop her like balloons,
I pass her off to Millz then drop her off to tune,
couple screws lose, you don wanna play with him,
this is No Ceilings bitch, roofless like a stadium,
we shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in
you want us your club, well nigga pay us then,
all grey BM, Im getting from my baby M,
she told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in,
don’t play no games hoe,
you know my name hoe,
G-U-D-D-A propane flow

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Banned From TV lyrics - Lil Wayne


Ayo, it's Weezy muthafucking, easy with the hating
bitch I'm in the building you just decorating
I'm just detonating
Then I get blatant
More dangerous than internet dating
Scoob got the cameras on so I got to show off
I put your sister on, I knock your bro off
We just spit snowballs catch it in your face bitch
Good game Wayne man I deserve a Naismith,
Cook game gain flow dope in the vein flow
I'll only be smoking the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o
And if you stay with em then y'all in the same boat
Deep water Carter fishin for a dollar
You can join the sail and I'm splitting your tomato
Ball cause I gotta
You'll love me in the mornin
I told her I'm a king, them other niggas Prince Charming
She love to rock the mic she say that's nothing like performin
Man I'm in love with her grill George Foreman
Forewarning Young Money's on
And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn
Yeah, take that to the bank with 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 get shot
I'm a beast, I'm a pitbull
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, it's like 7 in the mornin n-gga
I'm up for whoever the opponent n-gga
Stop the track, let me relish in a moment n-gga
Now bring that mutha fucker back cause I'm zonin n-gga
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the bitch is worth havin, I bet we have them all
And man I'm so high it's like an ever-lasting fall
And I'm chargin these hoes like women basketball
Uh, I bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite
Super hero call like a crime fight
I see big cheese, you n-ggas blind mice
T-Streets still roll with me
Still stickin to the script like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit? We are those hitmen
He stopped runnin, the bullet holes didn't
Uh, Basically, I'm still a monster
Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera
Ya'll too plane, I'm a helicopter
My words keep goin like a teleprompter
I'm a asshole, wipe me down bitch
I get big checks, Nike Town bitch
Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit
And the flag red like clown lips,
Uh, T can't stop goin
Dropped my best shit like the Cowboys dropped Owens
I'm the best to ever do it mutha fucker I know it
No Ceilings Got Dammit now the fuckin Sky's showin uhh

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Throw It In The Bag lyrics - Lil Wayne


Yeah No Ceilings baby,
Hehe,
Ok,

[Chorus]
Y'all know me 'cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe
Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop
All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop

[Verse 1:]
Swimming in Polo, sleeping in Jordan's,
Bought a cell phone and I don't even much call it
New imports make her fell important
No bull shit, nigga no Ben Gordan
Get her information, take her on vacation
Give her dope dick, now she under the sedation
Wake her in the mornin, breakfast where she slept at
Tell her go shopping, I can't wait till she get back
Louis flip-flops and a pair of pink sweat pants
She wear that on my jet, I fuck her after jet lag
I take her to da vet, cause she a bad bitch
You can't be broke and happy so me I'm mad rich
I'm talkin Young Money shit, she love the way I think
L'Oreal all over my bathroom sink,
Betsy Johnson all over my bedroom counter
My pockets too deep, I fuck around and drown her.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Ok, fuckin 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
Fre Fresh out the salon, I took her to Milan
I speak a lil french, and hers is no better then mine
I pass her the blunt, she probly hit it one time
Catch us at the game sittin on the baseline
We can call a timeout, take a lil time out
Pockets too deep, shawty you gon have to climb out
Babiana 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 to fight it
She said is her dick, she got it copyrighted
And I don't pay for pussy because I'm pussy priceless
I go fishing in it, and I ain't a Pisces
Uh, Gucci only to the grocery store
Stop playin bitch you ballin like Okaford
Ha, And now we headed to the dealer
I'm goin to cop my baby somethin wit no ceilings. Ahhh

[Chorus]

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That's All I Have lyrics - lil Wayne (feat. Tyga, Shanell)


[Tyga:]
Ha, pikaboo bitch,
Swag scare your kids,
My airplane clothes flyer than your bestes 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, laid back, relax it's mental,
shit you know what I do,
Tell me what you tryna get into,
The man cars rented,
The man car killing,
Gossiping fuck the car look at the man in it
Ha boys to man business,
We don't hire bitches,
Just fire bitches,
It's young money fire spitters,
Them red ants is with us
And they ain't ate they dinner,

Beginners feast, feet lying fatality finish,
I'm killin these records they put me in guiness
I really don't giv a f-f-uck if you witness,
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it,
I'm still gonna get my fucking percentage,
I cuss a lot cause bitch I'm seers,
Young no beard, get soup,
Like gumbo with shrimp,
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch,

[Lil Wayne:]
Uhh, now let me start by sayin
I don't like this beat,
But I'm a weather the storm I'm a lightening streak,
Uhh, Weezy F baby, I do it big weigh me,
Them crazy freaky bitches try to cirque du soliel me,
Got some new bitches, trail got me laughing,
The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket,
Shot gun on the kitchen table,
The shells in the cabinet,
fucking with me is like stepping 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 sagat,
Spending time backwards,
Hotter than a cactus,
And we ain't in the building we the fucking contractors,

Y YM, why muthafuck why hate it,
Young Money down your throat gotta stay hydrated,
Quarter bag weezy,
Young time brady,
Open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby,
Hehe good morning dude,
Eagle street corner dude,
Long dough, no short bread, no lorna doon,
I'm warning 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 bought some change to finish my load,
I load millions and more millions,
Money to the ceiling,
nigga no ceiling!

[Shanell:]
Step up in this bitch 5 o clock in the morning,
The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning,
I'm a get that worm now,
Tell em it's my turn now,
Yo 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
You gon love to spin,
Fucking with my bredren 10 years strong,
And he put them dreds in silver john long,
But he's more like platinum,
Hold up heres 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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