Lyrics:
close up with the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you
her up like a gun in her spleen
My name is Lil Wayne and I'm a microfiend!
Hit me again!
Alright I'm going back in like
B back on my 1, 2
Now watch me
bling
I'm a hot boy just like Lil Wayne
Cash money records, man, I need me a chain
Gettin' money like Slim and Birdman
I'm the best thing comin' up in
Mannie Fresh, Lil' Wayne and Turk
Baby and BG
The HB's with Strings on the cd-Its all gravy
Wait till you see us on TV
I'm Juvenile it ain't hard for you
that bitch [x4]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll bitches
Come on flexin' ass flauntin' ass niggas
My Niggas
Be some real ass treal ass niggas
Your niggas
Be some ho
Tear apart body parts when I spark nine
At they head hard lodged in they damn spine
Leaves emcee's like Christopher Reeves, crippled and cryin'
Shittin'
to punch me in my white face (yeah)
Keepin' up with me is like bringing
Shoes to a drag race
I got some much traction I'm
Gettin' sponsored by Firestone
I've
they see me gettin' money
Now they blowin' up my phone
Lil' bitch I'm in my zone
Lil' bitch, lil' bitch I'm in my
Lil' bitch, lil' bitch I'm in my
Lil
Lil Boat
(Bah, bah)
Gettin' low when the police comin'
D-R-A-C-O start dumpin' (Draco)
In Ruth's Chris sipping Wockesha
Minding my business, fuck them
ever step up
One by one I push 'em down
Fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground
I'm straight from a crooked town
this toxic shit I got
And I ain't never have a lot, my only option was the block
It's gon' take some gettin' used to
I'm by these palm trees, I'm
mine)
And I got that gas fah sell (Sell)
And I gotta pack by the mail (Mail)
Lil shorty she like how I smell (Smell)
The money treating me well (Well)
the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O
porch I got use to that rain
The coupe got no ceilings I call this bitch wayne, red guts outside cocaine
Op
Said I fell off luh bitch stop, Doing
posse's gettin' bigger because of all these niggas
I got the .38 and I'm about to pull the trigger
Looked up at the corner and who did I see?
Wayne
strapped wit'
That MAC Maine, and they hate fags
You prolly have a seizure like Lil'
Wayne when they skate past
Nigga, you softer than a premature baby ass
Pickin’ high, ain’t pickin’ low…
I’m gettin’ by, gettin’ high,
Mountain top where I’m finna go.
Enjoy the show!
This beat feels like “Renegade”
Call it
(Turn me up, YC)
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
We took the fuckin' ceiling off
Brr, hello? I thought a broke nigga said something
I let that
foreign, no ceiling, gettin' my Wayne on
(Gettin' my Wayne on) rappin' ten years
You ain't got no bread yet? (Niggas broke)
Yeah, I'm on you niggas'
Head
niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
B.G.:
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo
struggle when I started
But I moved on regardless
With my squad yeah we skating
She be waving I'm assuming
Tats on her face like Lil Wayne
Champagne on my
Victorias police unmarked cars
Be aware, Wayne Williams was out there, but we ain't care
Kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there too busy playin'
bitch that I just got
I Lil Wayne'd her, no ceilings
Can't cool me down bitch I'm too hot
Can't change up, I got change up
I got shit on lock and they
every day
She better give me that face
Baby, she give me brain, Wayne
I be gettin' money, you a dummy
Swear to god, I put dick right down her tummy
You
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