No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got this chrome on this Bugatti
Im strong in this Bugatti
Two V8s aint no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
Bitch Im bad,
Im worse
I pass the purp,
Dont fck with me cause right now Im 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 Ill snatch her purse
OK I spazz, I curse
You last, Im first
Im on yo ass, like dirt
Behind that cash, get murked
Im talkin big shit nigga, join my hit list nigga
Whats the matter? Check ur bladder Im the shit piss nigga
Shoot the witness, nigga
Whole court in the streets
And convict this nigga
Old dickless nigga
Man im runnin with the blucka
Young Money muthafcka
You think we wont do our thang..
Well aint it sunny in the summer?
And we coming for the commas
And whoever among us
And you know 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 cause of the Feds
Until my bloods, cold red
Man you know how we play it
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay it
Im a New Orleans nigga, I dont take no shit
Take the brain off the whip now it dont make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches I aint promised tomorrow
Not when they kicking it with me like no mo garciaparra
Flute rollin killer plants, like the tool shop of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make em look like Toccara
Man Im too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
Whe 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 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 dont 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 im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
In the Porche 911 like emergency calls
Man i just be chillin, Im cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, Im puttin up new walls
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin two logs
Young Moula we the new shit and new draws
Now get off my dick, I aint fcking witcha
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 or sista
I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend or sister
I leave that pssy Microsoft like Windows Vista
Young toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe
Bullet in your boy memory, now you act like you dont know
Eastside who i do it fo, Eagle Street right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldnt fck wit Holly Grove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell, Im hopin that they be where Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her come give me a private show
Still long hair, dont care, like a Navajo
Im the hardest shit go in your ass and search
No Ceilings
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