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Lil Wayne Lyrics
Swag Surfin Lyrics
No ceilings...
O o ok, I got this chrome on this bugatti
I'm strong in this bugatti
2 v8s ain't no such thing as drivin 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, u can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse
Ok I spazz, I curse
U 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 muthaf-cka
U 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 u kno I'm a 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 u know how we play it
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
Few rollin killin plants, they Little Shop of Horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like Tocarra
Man I'm too much for these niggas, 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 I've on a 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 9-11 like emergency calls
Man I just be chillin, I'm cool like Lou Rawls
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 cha
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 coochie for a goon hoe
Bullet in you boys memory, now u act like u don't know
East side who I do it for, eagle street right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but could'nt f-ck with holly grove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But heaven or hell I hope in that be where I'm a 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 sh-t go in your ass and search
I smash this verse, and I swag and surf
No ceilings
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