Lyrics : Lil Wayne Lyrics : No Ceilings Album : Watch My Shoes

Watch My Shoes Lyrics - Lil Wayne


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
I’ll 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 couldn’t 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 don’t run from shit
I still b-beat your ass like a fuckin drumstick
Weezy fuckin baby baby, make the ladies cum 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 flyin bird around this hoe
What’s the word around this hoe? You get served around this hoe
Yeah you get served like a fuckin hors d'oeuvres around this hoe
I don’t splurge 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 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
Strike ya like a bic 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 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 SpaceJam
No Ceilings, R.I.P, Amen
Mutha fuckin caveman, beatin on my chest
Young Money, Cash Money, and I’m eatin all the rest
Nigga no offense, sorry if ya offended
Ridin high like I’m on 54 inches
Man I’d rather chill with 54 bitches
Chill like..C-Chill like an Eskimo, L-let’s get mo, let’s get mo bitches
And I be like, let’s 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 dat Bob Marley listenin to Pete Tosh
I-I-I do me, no I do three, at A-T, I-M-E
Why when we, say we Young Moolah
The bitches leave ya’ll, and really 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 don’t care
Whole court, hearing, and 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
Huuu…. Had to pause for a minute
Now I’m right back in it like the draws of the women
On the scale of 1-10, and my girl will be a 20
My girl so bad, make a nigga think he’s sinning
My goons so gritty, 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 I’m 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 I’m more like a hybrid
You think I’m stuntin but no I’m just survivin
And I’ve been here but my soul is just arrivin
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 tastin weed
That you’ll 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 ain’t lyin
I can do whatever if I’m planning that
So I got my guns, let’s dance, like Fanny Pack
Then we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammy’s back
Mafio 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 nigga's like they're laminate
Hip hop’s so contaminant, I swear just examine it
And Im such a philanthropist, a God to these evangelists
I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami though
I act so New Orleans, yes I grow pistachios
That mean 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? Hahaha
No Ceilings

Thanks to Jonathan Nunn for the lyrics. Thanks to SPLASHY 730, DeWreck, Erik NIlsson, Matny Ville, Nick, Junior M.Preval, Mr. sNaPs661, Shevondria, jkf, XxSplit for correcting the lyrics.

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