Swag Surfin - Lil Wayne No Ceiling Mixtape +Lyrics video free download

.,-+*`*+-,. Lyrics .,-+*`*+-,.

No ceilings..

ok, i got this chrome on this bugatti

Im strong in this bugatti

2 v8s aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti

Bitch Im bad

Im worse

Ill pass the purp

dont f-ck with me cuz right now im higher than Captain Kurk

I swear i be the sickest n-gga, u can ask the nurse

and if you throw it in the bag, i bet ill snatch her purse

Ok i spazz, i curse

u last, im first

im on ur ass like dirt

behind that cash, get murk

im talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list n-gga

whats the matter? check ur bladder im the sh-t piss n-gga

shoot the witness, n-gga

whole court in the streets

and convict this n-gga

oh d-ckless n-gga

man im runnin with the blucka

young money muthaf-cka

u bet we gon do our thing

well aint it sunny in the summer

and we coming for the comers

and whoever among us

and u kno imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous

I said T.I hold ya head

and Mack hold ya head

wish i could but i cant say some other names cuz of the feds

and to my bloods, code red

man u know how we plead

and if it cost to be the boss, oh well i guess i gotta pay

im a New Orleans n-gga, i dont take no sh-t

take the brain off the whip now it dont make no sense

stunt hard on these b-tches i aint promise tomorrow

now when they kicking it wit me like nomar garciaparra

flute rollin killin plants, they lil tune shop of horror?

and we roll them b-tches thick, make them look like tacara?

man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes

the World is in my hands, and i keep my hands closed

i love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor

gotta take care of them kids , man i kno ya heard Obama

and i love motor island, Atlantic in my backyard

i just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard

quarter back shot gun, you dont get any sack yards

b-tch i ball hard, breakin 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 im thirty feet tall

Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls

and the Porche 911 like emergency calls

man i just be chillin, im cool like lu rall?

young money in the building, im puttin up new walls

n-gga take your Mrs Officer and set some new laws

my flow is like rubbin two logs

young mula we the new sh-t and new drawers

now get off my d-ck , i aint f-cking wit cha

watch me shoot to the bank, im a money pistol

weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston

red bone do me good then her friend, her sister

i mean her bitch, she never met her best friends a sister

i leave her p-ssy microsoft like windows vista

young tunche, pop that cucci for a goon hoe

bullet in you boys memory, now u act like u dont know

east side who i do it for, eagle street right by the store

katrina wiped the city out but couldnt f-ck wit holly grove

lost some real niggas i knew from a long time ago

but heaven or hell i hope in that debut ima go?

take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show

still long hair, dont care, like a navajo

im the hardest sh-t go in ur ass and search

i smash this verse, and i swag and surf

NO CEILINGS