Album Name

No Ceilings

Artist

Lil Wayne

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.08.28

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

KE on the Track
No Ceilings
Ah
O-OK
I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
Two V8s 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 fuck 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
OK I spaz I curse you last
I'm first
I'm on your ass like dirt
behind that cash get murked
I'm talking 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
Ol' dickless nigga
Man I'm running with the blocka
Young Money motherfucker
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 costs 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 promised tomorrow
Now women kicking it with me
like Nomar Garciaparra
Fuq' roll them killer plants
the Little Shop of Horror
And we roll them bitches thick
make 'em look like Toccara
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
breaking 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 30 feet tall
Tiger Woods all these
hoes tryna birdie these balls
In the Porsche 911
like emergency calls
Man I just be chilling
I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building
I'm putting up new walls
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer
and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbing two logs
Young Mula we the new shit
new drawers ugh
Now get off my dick
I ain't fucking with you
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 a bitch she never met
her best friend 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 fuck with Hollygrove
Lost some real niggas
I knew from a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell
I'm hoping 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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