Ice Cream Paint Job - Lil Wayne [No Ceilings] {Lyrics} (2009) video free download

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young money syrup in the big shot

time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch

Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock

Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock

Pull the gun sideways like O-dog

Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off

Make the girls say my name like roll call

Pain killers got a nigga bout to doze off

Big shit nigga talk big shit nigga

Big bread like a picnic nigga

Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga

Money spread like germs, get sick nigga

Yeah, and fuck them other niggas

1-900 who want it I deliver

Concrete shoes won't help in a river

I don't care if you was Michael Phelps my nigga

I'm higher than the mother fuckin Alps my nigga

I'm flyer than the mother fuckin Stilt my nigga

Young Money Shit Top Shelf my nigga

We the mother fuckers like milf my nigga

Flow like syringes yeah I'm in my mode, got a code like da Vinci's

I was in the trenches now I'm in the trump and everybody watch your back when you're in the front

You ain't never safe stop plain wit a gangsta

Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker

Bend a girl over, put her hands on her ankles

I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles

Why thank you if you's a hater

I'm eating you's a waiter

Pistol on my hip--Tomb Raider

Holla at ya gwalla sue em later

Young tomb nigga

Typhoon nigga

And if you think it's sweet, bye room nigga

Damnu nigga, I'm on my game shit

She give me good brain like she studied at Camebridge

Lighting up a mother fuckin blunt

Stupid fruity swag like a mother fuckin runt

And I be with my dog like mother fuck a hunting

Every day of the week is the first of the month

Thought of Marvin Gay with the diamonds in his face

Cant tell the time cuz the diamonds in the face

We can get it poppin like a semi-automatic

And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty

Rockstar tatted

Big money attict

Runnin this shit now i'm feelin athletic

I'm on a boat bitch getting sea sick

Stop plain I'm fresher than a Degree stick

Street shit well of coarse

I smoke mad weed I'm on my high horse

Please don't shoot me down

I land feet flat

And walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back

Ha, I need a massage

And when it come to hoes man I got a collage

Finger on the button, Nigga just stuntin

If you aint the bank teller, don't tell me nothin

Kush so strong you can smell me comin

Bitch I go hard like the boy from 300

You think yall kick it well boy we punting

Young Money baby we the shit weak stomachs

No Ceilings