Album Name

No Ceilings

Artist

Lil Wayne

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.08.28

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

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
tell me what you tryna get into
The man car's rented
the man car killing
Gossipping Fuck 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 fuck
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 serious young no beard
Get soup like gumbo with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is bitch
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
Fuckin' 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 fuckin' contractors
YM muthafucka
why hate it
Young Money down your throat
ya 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'mma 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
Fucking 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