Swag Surfin Lyrics - No Ceiling Mixtape - Lil Wayne

No Ceilings 

Oh okay, I got this chrome on this Bugatti 

I'm strong in this Bugatti 

Two V8's 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 the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse 

Okay I spazz, 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 wit-ness, nigga 

Whole court in the streets 

And convict this nigga 

Oh dickless nigga 

Man I'm running with the blucka 

Young Money motherfucker 

You bet we gonna do our thing 

Well ain't it sunny in the summer 

And we coming for the comers 

And whoever among us 

And you know I'mma bust my ass until my crew very humongous 

I say 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 cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I got to pay 

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 promise tomorrow 

Now when they kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra 

Flute rolling killing plants, the Lil Tune shop of horror 

And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like Tocarra 

Man I'm to much for these nigga's and three much for these hoes 

The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed 

I love my baby mama's, they get my highest honor 

Got to 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 

Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack yards 

Bitch I ball hard, breaking all the back boards 

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 thirty feet tall 

Tiger Wood's all these hoes trying' birdie these balls 

And the Porches 911 like emergency cars 

Man I just be chilling, I'm cool like Lou Rawl 

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 and new drawers 

Uh, now get off my dick, I ain't fucking witcha 

Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol 

Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston 

Red bones do me good then her friend, her sister 

I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend's sister 

I leave her pussy Micro-soft like Windows Vista 

Young Tuneche, pop that cucci for a goon hold 

Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know 

East side 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 hopin' that they will be where I'mma 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, then I swag and surf 

No Ceilings! 

Ahahaha 

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