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Lil Wayne

Genres: Hip-Hop

Dick Pleaser Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Yeah, uh-huh, No Ceilings 2 

 

Yeah, get a plastic bag 

Throw it over his head, make him gag 

Throw it over his head, make him gag 

You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it 

Get a plastic bag 

Throw it over his head, make him gag 

 

Go ahead, take a nigga cash 

You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it 

Get a bitch with ass 

Drop her off at the nigga pad 

Now she goin' through the nigga's stash 

You slept all night nigga, you deserve it 

Get a Jason mask 

Run up in this shit and scare his ass 

Where the drugs nigga? Where the cash? 

His whole face sand white, we pistol whip it purple 

Yeah, pistol whip it purple 

Two words, on sight 

Yeah, two words, on sight 

Yeah, two words, on sight 

It's gon' be a murder 

Every time you see me, you know Mag be there 

You know Hood be there, you know T be there 

Family affair, don't you even dare 

No, I double dare you to leave your chair 

I'm gon' leave you there, I don't even care 

And I'm killin' shit, white sheet affair 

Gun on my shoulder like Tinker Bell 

Take a nigga's shit, sell a nigga's shit 

Make some extra money for the holidays 

Merry Christmas nigga, I got gifts for niggas 

In the back of my big body sleigh 

I got pussy set up any time of day 

Get you pussies set up any time of day 

And your comrades better be about that 

Combat like Johnny Cage 

Oh you stuntin'? I don't like that shit nigga 

I don't like that shit, nigga 

I don't like that bitch nigga 

And that bitch he with give me mixed signals 

Oh yea, there's a lot of bitch niggas 

I'm goin' down a list nigga 

We stole a lot of base, yeah-yeah 

We got a lot of hits, nigga 

Alright, we don't fuck with switch hittas 

Throw 'em in a river, let the fish get 'em 

I'm comin' with the street sweeper 

Like a motherfuckin' witch nigga 

Like, what nigga, which nigga 

Like, a young nigga, rich nigga 

Like cremate a coffin 

A motherfuckin' bitch nigga, ugh 

 

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You left a trace, now my niggas all up in your place 

Now it ain't no money in the safe 

Got to do a nigga like Ace 

Yeah, go ahead get a plastic bag 

Keep your fake jewelry, I need all the cash 

Like you shaved your face, go up in your stash 

I get stomach aches, throw up in the lab 

Got a plastic bag, fuck navigation 

Nigga, we a sack 

No Ceilings Dos, this is that 

Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' this and that 

I'm still in the mall, buyin' this and that 

And my bitch stay with a different bag 

Yeah, I'm in my zone in a different bag 

They'll find your body parts in different bags 

Hold up 

Before rap they was check the check 

We was pack the pack 

And my girl was blonde now she back to black 

We in the Benz bumpin Back To Back 

Smokin' loud, poppin' pills, back to back 

And I'mma fuck her from the back like the bad 

She hit the bathroom then pass a rag 

And to the money, yeah I'm back to that 

Yeah, Young Money over everything 

And I mean everything, that's on everything 

Niggas get caught and tell everything 

With the Weeknd vocals, I'll never sing 

Yeah, two words, on sight nigga 

I push the button, green light nigga 

To the upper room, here's your flight nigga 

Even if it's morning, good night, nigga 

Blaow 

 

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Get a plastic bag 

Throw it over his head, make him gag 

Go 'head take the nigga's stash 

And the money danced all night nigga, you deserved it 

Get a plastic bag 

Throw it over his head, make him gag 

Throw it over his head, make him gag 

Nigga, you dabbed all night nigga, stop twerkin' 

Aww yeah, aww yeah 

You put on a show all night, now it's curtains, yeah 

Yeah, two words, on sight 

Yeah, two words, on sight 

Nigga, it's a murder, aw yeah 

Every time you see me I know Millz gone be there 

I know Stevie gone be there 

Family affair 

Aw, yeah 

Throw it over his head, make him gag 

Throw it over his head, make him gag 

Nigga, you danced all night nigga, you deserved it 

Nigga, you deserved it 

Police gon' be searchin' 

We gon' be in your shit splurgin' 

Aw yeah, aw yeah 

We in your shit splurgin' 

We in your shit splurgin' 

We watched you all night nigga, you deserved it 

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