Lil Wayne - Fly By Night (Swag Surf ) | Текст песни

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• Lil Wayne
• Fly By Night (Swag Surf )

'No Ceilings'

Okay, I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
2 v 8'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 Kurk

I swear I be the sickest nigga
You can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag
I bet ill snatch her purse

Okay, I spazz, I curse
You last, I'm first
I'm on your ass like dirt
Behind that cash, get murk

I'm talkin' big shit, nigga, join my hit list, nigga
What's the matter? Check your bladder, I'm the shit piss, nigga
Shoot the witness, nigga, whole court in the streets
And convict this nigga, oh, dickless nigga

Man, I'm runnin' with the blucka, Young Money motherfucker
You bet we gon' 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'ma 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 can't say some other names 'cause of the feds
And to my bloods cold red, man, you know how we plead
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta 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 rollin', killin' plants, they lil' tune shop of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like Toccara
Man, I'm too much for these niggas and three much for these hoes

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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 know 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 don't get any sack yards
Bitch, 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 I'm thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods, all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
And the Porche 911 like emergency calls
Man, I just be chillin', I'm cool like Lu Rall?

Young money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls
Nigga, take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin' two logs
Young Mula, we the new shit and new drawers

Now get off my dick, I ain't fucking with ya
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm 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 pussy Microsoft like windows vista
Young Tunche, pop that cucci for a goon hoe
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 wit holly grove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But heaven or hell I hopin' that they be where I'ma 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 and I swag and surf
'No Ceilings'

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