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Title: Lil Wayne - Watch My Shoes + (Lyrics) View count: 3003 Rating: 5.0 (2 ratings) Description: Okay, No ceilings mutha fucka good mornin Dick in ya mouth while ya yawnin, im goin in Gudda why they started me, Marley why they started me Ill 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 couldnt even imagine The shit I do, most doers never done Imma fuck this beat, ya bitch you better cum Bet I run this shit, I dont run from shit I still b-beat your ass like a fuckin drumstick Weezy fuckin baby baby, make the ladies cum quick The money cant fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit And Im so unfit cause all I eat is rappers And these rappers aint shit I like my fast food faster Syrup got me slow, like a turtle round this hoe And Im flyer than the highest flyin bird around this hoe Whats the word around this hoe? You get served around this hoe Yeah you get served like a fuckin orderve around this hoe I dont splurge around no hoe no I dont shine in front no bitch Cause after she get off my dick I be like find the front door bitch I dont 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 Boi, and Arab You should see my 11 year old daughter do they dance I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Naes dad Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland We are not the same I am a martian this is SpaceJam No Ceilings, R.I.P, Amen Mutha fuckin cavemen, beatin on my chest Young Money, Cash Money, and Im eatin all the rest Nigga no offense, sorry if ya offended Ridin high like Im on 54 inches Man Id rather chill with 54 bitches She chill, how she chill, like an Eskimo, L-lets get mo, lets get mo bitches And I be like, lets 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-I-I do me, no I do three, at A-T, I-M-E Why when we, say we Young Moula The bitches leave yall, 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, Mack, and Nina debate around there Yeah, you see it in my face I dont care Hold court here, and trial, and the case around there Im the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet Everybody wanna be fly but dont know where their wings at Huuu. Had to pause for a minute Now Im right back in it like the draws of the women On the scale of 1-10, and my girl be a 20 My girl so bad, make a nigga think hes sinning My goons so pretty, my goons is so wit me Haters gotta go on itunes to go get me Gators by the door, baboons, and those grizzlies All come out in me when im on the microphone.. Ending Mic check 2,3 Im different like blue pee And my girls be half-naked like Betty Boopy Like a hoopty, man the boy been ridin And I aint gassed up cause Im more like a hybrid You think Im stuntin but no Im just survivin And Ive been here but my soul is just arrivin Look up in the air, its a crow, its a robin No Ceilings, full dose, Im prescribing Medication free, if a meditation be, smoke some better tastin weed Than youll ever taste or see, S-H-A-R-P As a tack, hotter than, ridin through the desert on a camal back I done been, ridin through whereever with the hammer strapped (I aint lyin) I can do whatever if Im planning that So I got my guns, lets dance, like Fanny Pack Then we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammys back Mock yo bitch, where ya mutha fuckin 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 niggas like they're laminate Hip hops 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? Hahaha No Ceilings Tags: no, ceiling, Author: raphiphoprnb |
