Banned From Tv Lyrics - No Ceiling Mixtape - Lil Wayne

Ayo, it's Weezy muthaf-cking, easy with the hating 

B-tch I'm in the building you just decorating 

I'm just detonating 

Then I get blatant 

More things worse 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 b-tch 

Good game Wayne mayne I deserve a naysmith, 

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 

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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 sh-t 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 do that got em 

Don't worry if I'm shootin as long as you get shot 

I get my ass kissed, I get my d-ck pulled 

I'm a beast 

I'm a big bull 

I got my money right, I got my clip full 

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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 f-cker back cause I'm zonin n-gga 

I go hard like Rafael Nadal 

And if the b-tches were havin it, 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 b-tch 

I get big checks, Nike Town b-tch 

Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown sh-t 

And the flag red like clown lips 

Uh, T can't stop goin 

Dropped my best sh-t like the Cowboys dropped Owens 

I'm the best to ever do it mutha f-cker I know it 

No Ceilings Got Dammit now the f-ckin Sky's showin uhh