Lil' Wayne No Ceilings Mixtape - Complete Lyrics - All Songs

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Okay, I'm fairly new around here, and I was looking for the lyrics to all the songs on the No Ceilings mixtape. I saw that there were a couple of songs with two or more versions of lyrics each, and that some didn't use proper grammar and whatnot, so I decided to edit all of them, and fill in blanks to the best of my ability. I DO NOT take credit for the lyrics; all of them have been taken from the lyrics section here at LWHQ or other lyrics sites. All I did was edit them, to fix the grammar and what not. The only ones I take credit for are the Skit lyrics, which I did myself. Again, these lyrics all sounded good to m, but that's my personal opinion, so if you feel a line is off, drop a reply and I'll fix it ASAP. PS: This is going to be a very large thread and I ask that you don't post in between the lyrics, and sorry about having to make 20 posts. Enjoy

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No Ceilings Track List:
01.) Swag Surf
02.) Ice Cream
03.) D.O.A.
04.) Skit (Feat Gudda Gudda)
05.) Wasted
06.) Watch My Shoes
07.) Break Up (Feat Short Dawg & Gudda Gudda)
08.) Banned From T.V.
09.) Throw It In The Bag
10.) That’s All I Have (Feat Tyga & Zipp)
11.) Skit (Feat Shanell)
12.) Wayne On Me
13.) I’m Good (Feat Lucci Lou)
14.) Poke Her Face (Feat Jae Millz)
15.) Run This Town
16.) I Got No Ceilings
17.) Skit End
18.) No Ceilings (Feat Birdman)
19.) Oh Let’s Do It
20.) Single
21.) Sweet Dreams (Beyonce Feat Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne)
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Edits | Thanks To:
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01.) Swag Surf

No ceilings.
Oh OK, I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I’m strong in this Bugatti
2 V8’s aint 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 cuz right now I’m 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, I’m first
I’m on your ass like dirt
Behind that cash, get murk
I’m talking 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 running with the blucka
Young money motherfucker
You bet we gonna do our thing
Well aint it sunny in the summer
And we coming for the comers
And whoever among us
And you know Imma bust my ass until my crew very humungous
I said T.I hold your head
And Mack hold your head
Wish I could but I can’t say some other names cuz of the feds
And to my bloods, cold red
Man u know how we plead
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I got to pay
I’m a New Orleans nigga, I don’t take any shit
Take the brain off the whip now it don’t make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches I aint promise tomorrow
Now when they kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra
Flute rolling killing plants, they lil’ tune shop of horror?
And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like Tocarra
Man I’m to much for these nigga’s and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mama’s, they get my highest honour
Got to take care of them kids, man I know you heard Obama
And I love Mona 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, breaking all the back boards
Pretty boy Floyd, step 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 Wood’s all these hoes trying’ birdie these balls
And the Porches 911 like emergency cars
Man I just be chilling, I’m cool like Lou Rawl
Young money in the building, I’m putting new walls
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbing two logs
Young Mula, we the new shit and new drawers
Now get off my dick, I aint fucking wit cha
Watch me shoot to the bank, I’m a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like sunny listen
Red bones do me good then her friend, her sister
I mean her bitch; she never met her best friend’s sister
I leave her pussy Microsoft like Windows Vista
Young tuchie, pop that cucci for a goon hold
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 couldn’t fuck wit holly grove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But heaven or hell I hope in that debut I’m goes
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, when I swag and surf
No Ceilings!
Ah-ha-ha

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02.) Ice Cream

Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing that’s word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella’ big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho-Hold the gun sideways like O'Dogg
Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Pain killers got a nigga about to doze off
Big shit nigga talk big shit nigga
Big bread bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga
Money spread like germs get sick nigga
Yeah, and fuck them other niggas, 1 9 hundred who want I deliver
Concrete shoes won’t help in the river
I don’t care if you was Michael Phelps my nigga
I’m higher than the motherfucking Alp’s my nigga
I’m flyer than a motherfucking stilt my nigga
Yo-Young Money shit top shelf my nigga
We the motherfucker’s like MILF my nigga
Uh Uhm, Flow like Syringes
Yea I’m in my mode got a code like Da Vinci’s
I was in the trenches, now I’m in the trunk
And everybody watch your back, when you’re in the front.
You aint never safe stop playing with a gangster
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
I’m all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles.

Why thank you, if you’s a hater
I’m eating, you’s a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holler at your guava, soon later
Young Tune nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think your sweet nigga, buy a room nigga
Die or move nigga, I’m on my gang shit, She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lighting up a motherfucking blunt, stupid fruity swag like a motherfucking runt
And I be with my dog like a motherfucking hunter
Every day of the week is the first of the month
Started in the cave with diamonds in the face
Can’t tell the time cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it popping like a semi-automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rock star tatted, big money addict
Running this shit now I’m feeling athletic
I-I’m on a boat bitch, getting sea sick
Stop playing I’m fresher then a degree stick
Street shit, well of course, I smoke mad weed
I’m on my high horse; please don’t shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Ha-ha, I need a massage, and when it comes to hoes man I gotta collage
Finger on the button, nigga just stunting
If you aint the bank teller don’t tell me nothing
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
Bitch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya’ll kick it, well boy we punting
Young Money baby we the shit weak stomachs
No Ceilings
Motherfucker

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03.) D.O.A.

Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp
Excuse me I let the semiautomatic burp
Blood game motherfucker call me red alert
Young Carter kill in order, who get it first
Stuff that girl with dick till her head burst
Young Weasel flow needles I can thread shirts
Boy you aint did shit I done said worst
Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst
Uh, Fiji water OG Kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks
Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks
I’m in the way you can’t pass like Aaron Brooks
Uh, President Ride the car slow, I let the driver drive, I’m on par 4
Spit hanging from my mouth retard flow
And I say what I want like an award show
I’m on some shit aint even come out the ass yet
Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet
Young or old their aint no comparing me
I just cleared that up
Moment of clarity, Uh

Uh, I’m about to go almonds, young head busta, get your helmets
You niggas real soft what is that velvet
I get big chips, you get Alvin’s
Uh, Imma bout to go walnuts, we get seven digit money you can call us
Hit them with the chopper, watch them ball up
Paint your face red, you’re all dolled up
Yea, Young Nino nigga do it for my team Tim Tebow nigga
I’m killing this shit grim reap flow nigga
Getting swallowed by the Maybach deep throat nigga
Uh, Imma bout to go planters, I’m still in my prime, Deion Sanders
We all gamblers, I will not lose
Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels
Uh, give me mine or imma take mine
Smoking purple, I heard it till the grape vine
Weezy Baby a.k.a. your highness, I just killed this shit
Moment of Silence, Uh

Uh, I’m in the zone like a fastball, and I fuck the game up like a bad call
Let the money stack, don’t let the cash fall
Bars all day, no last calls
Uh, I’m in the red zone nigga; wake up in the morning with your head gone nigga
Birdman Jr. Wings spread on niggas, leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home nigga
Yeah, Tell the doctor step aside please, Dr. Carter gasoline in your IVs
Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed, strong arm rap, I rock an iron sleeve
Uh, I’m in the zone like the secondary, no lie bitch I’m flyer than a pet canary
Imma dog on the beat fuck the veterinary, two women praise me like Mary Mary
Uh, I’m in the zone like college ball, spit fire like I’m sipping on a Molotov
Lose sparrows, this shit so easy
Jay-Z: I might send this to the mixtape Weezy

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04.) Skit (Feat Gudda Gudda) *4

What up Dog,
Yeah, this is No Ceilings man, Welcome.
I appreciate you for having this, if you got this, if you listening to this thank you.
First off, this if for you; you, you, you, as always.
It’s a big thank you for coming out to all the nights and days on tour. Tour’s actually.
For coming and supporting me every single night, even if you didn’t come to the tours, this is just a thank you.
And uh, that’s that Guddaville playing in the background, my nigga Gudda’s mixtape go get that shit.
And uh, I aint gonna talk too much so let me get back to this blunt, and you can get back to this mixtape.
No Ceilings!

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05.) Wasted

Rock star lifestyle might not make it,
President got him in the White house naked,
Looked at the clock and it said right now,
Get a pound break it down; blow it like a trial,
Panetela Dutchy, wine in my tall glass,
Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass,
Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back,
Bugatti matte black, where they do that at?
South beach Miami hoe, I’m probably with Tammy toe,
My life is a video and the women want they cameo,
I just want the pantyhose and I’m higher than Geronimo,
And I got them tools; tell them boys to get mechanical,
Now pop that pussy like a four-four,
I turn her round and bend her over like a low blow,
It’s Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest,
We don’t put the other niggas on a hiatus,

Beat ya bitch with a pump if she denied data,
Cuz I’ll serve anyone like a blind waiter,
I’ll make my girl cum first then I’ll arrive later,
I shake you pussy’s up, I’m her vibrator, ha-ha,
Keep getting money like hell yeah,
This shits so good it don’t even smell bad,
And you can tell dad, that I’m motherfucker,
You niggas best not slip, ice road truckers,
Like Paul Barrow, chop a stoop along,
New Orleans nigga, I get Super Dome,
Loyal to the game, the game been good to me,
Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me,
We on nigga, let-let them hoes know,
Young Money lay them down like old folks,
You coming with it, we coming for it,
Plenty to go around now watch the money orbit,
Real shit people, now just absorb it,
I try to pay attention but ya’ll mad boring,
And I got so much swag I need an ad for it,
And I don’t like to brag so my bitches brag for me,

Oh she a good girl, I got her transforming,
She give me hot head, I call it global warming,
If we don’t do it dog, let’s do it now,
I am more animal then the zoo allowed,
Put me in the wild, I’ll be there for a while,
You niggas little league, call them Curacao
Energizer money, it keep going,
I’m laid up, I’m free throwing,
Who rebounding, who gives a shit?
Fuck that, I got 27 years of this,
Hit or miss, I hit your misses,
You are local news, I’m 60 minutes,
I-I hit the target, I hit the witness,
I work out in my office; guess I’m fit for business,
Too many visions, completed missions,
Still ice in our crosses, keep it Christian,
We consistent, the streets commend it,
Weezy F baby, the F is for Forensics,
From start to finish, Usain Wayne,
Ok you doing your thing,
But things change, you plain Jane,
I’m diverse; I save the World second,
And I get high first,

I’m a mind freak, check my time sheet,
Bitch I bring the noise, where the lions sleep,
Your flow never wet, like grandma’s pussy,
I’m always good, like grandma cookies,
Yeah call me the screen or the swine fixer,
It’s going down like the Catalina wine mixer,
She going down like the hands on my time ticker,
I’m always strapped, Vietnam nigga,
We are fine nigga, like Amber Rose,
We ball nigga, like Jalen Rose,
Better tell them hoes,
I got a million flows,
Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes,
Young Money baby,
And the building grows as we look up,
Where did the ceilings go?
Ha-ha
No ceilings!

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06.) Watch My Shoes

No ceilings motherfucker good morning
Dick in your mouth while you yawning
I’m going in, Gudda why they started me, Marley why they started me
I’ll bring you to your front door like you ordered me
Back in this bitch but a lot more rich
On my poppa bear shit, need hot porridge
Got a lot more shit than you could ever fathom
A big head nigga couldn’t even imagine
The shit I do, most doers never done
Imma fuck this beat, your bitch who you better come
Better run this shit, I don’t run from shit
I still be-beat your ass like a fucking drumstick
Weezy fucking baby baby make the ladies come quick
The money can’t fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit
And I’m so unfit because all I eat is rappers
And these rappers aint shit I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow like a turtle around this hoe
And I’m flyer than the highest flying bird around this hoe
Just a word around this hoe, you get served around this hoe
Yeah you get served like a fucking hors d'oeuvre around this hoe
I don’t splurge around a hoe; no I don’t shine in front no bitch
Cause after she get off my dick I be like find the front door bitch
I don’t know why the fuck your bitch keep coming by and I fuck your bitch
100 times what the fuck your bitch got on her mind, my fucking dick
I call her dick head, spicy like a big red, stripe ya like a BIC head
Your flow sick, my shit dead, sillier than Vic said Soulja boy and Arab
You should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance
I call it the Nay Nay dance proud to be Nay Nay’s dad
Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland
We are not the same, I am a Martian, this is space jam
No ceilings R-I-P a man, motherfucking cave man
Beating on my chest, Young Money Cash Money
And I’m eating all the rest
Nigga no offense, sorry if your offended
Riding high like I’m on 54 inches
Man I’d rather chill with 54 bitches
Chill-chill like chill-chill like Eskimo
Le-Let’s get more let’s get more bitches
And I be like let’s get more bitches
Mr. Officer stop arresting your bitches
Stop let the messy hoes mess with your business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip hop Walt Disney
Shesh gosh ash kash we gash
Smoking on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Cash
I do me, no I do three
At a T-I-M-E, why when we say we Young Mula
The bitches leave ya’ll and really run to us
And payday comes sooner than later round here
You see my sharks like I got some bait around here
Hey; you better stop the hate around there
Before Tommy Mack and Nina debate around there
Yeah you see it in my face I don’t care
Whole court hearing trial and the case around there
I’m the best thing yet I know I got that thing wet
Everybody want be fly but don’t know where there wings at
-HUH-
Had to pause for a minute
And I’m right back in it like the draws of the woman
On a scale of 1 – 10 and my girl be a 20
My girl so bad make a nigga think he sinning
My goons so pretty, my goons are so with me
Haters got to go on iTunes to go get me
Gaters by the doors, buy booze and those grizzlies
All come at me when I’m on the microphone in the
Mike check 2 – 3, I’m different like blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be
Like a hooky, man the boy been riding
And I aint gassed up because I’m more like a hybrid
You think I’m stunting, but no I’m just surviving
And I’ve been here but my soul is just arriving
Look up in the air, it’s a crow it’s a robin
No ceilings for those I’m prescribing
Medication free if the meditation we
Smoke some better tasting weed
That you’ll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P as a tack, hotter than
Riding through a dessert on a camel back
I done been riding through wherever with the hammer strapped
I aint lying, I can do whatever if I’m planning that
So I got my guns let’s dance like fanny pack
And we cooked the hard, cut the soft and bring them whammies back
Mafi-o bitch where you motherfucking family at
Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammi back
All up in another nigga woman I be ramming that
Seeing through these see through niggas like their laminate
Hip hop so contaminate, I swear just examine that
If I’m such a Philanthropist, the god to these Evangelists
I dress all Los Angeles but I love Miami though
I am so New Orleans, yes I go pistachios
That mean I go nuts at any beat they throw at me
And the bitches is so at me
And you know what they throw at me
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07.) Break Up (Feat Short Dawg & Gudda Gudda)

[Lil Wayne]
Nice tires on the Ghini,
You should want to king me
Brain dead flow, vegetable zucchini
I live on the beach,
She walk around in her bikini
Girls are like school,
And I cut them like seniors
I’m here to distinguish,
The bears from the penguins
Life is just a gap,
Get some money in between it
Glocks like police,
Pumps like fenas
This beat getting totalled,
Pam, Keisha, Kema
Sitting on the World,
Thinking about a girl
Pistol on my side,
Paint you like mural
Dig in my pocket,
Pulled out the party
Be cool before you get stumped and pulled out the party
Ho-Holly grove shit, I’m on my Holly grove shit
Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick
Big bad flow Weezy, fuck the police’s
Church like a choir and a couple of old priest’s
Elevator in my crib cause its five floors
I’m not expecting you to have one inside yours, ha-ha
Vince Young, suicide doors, ha-ha
Life’s a bitch, and I’d die for her.

[Short Dawg]
I have the type of flow niggas don’t have to like,
My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don’t have to write,
The way I’m eating niggas wish they had my appetite,
Straight up out of Texas and I’m major like apple white,
I pull four then I hit the exit door,
Take a trip to Macy’s cop the whole second floor,
Hood smell the scent of money coming out my pores,
Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue bore,
I made it from a flyer to the Forbes
Young Elvis freshly, yes he flyer than the store,
Dropping babies out and your chicks cheek, kicks neat,
Got your son looking up to me like I’m 6 feet,
Your daughter needs someone to save her, not me,
I knocking hoes down like Leila Ali,
Try me and imma put the toaster to your kidney,
Then I pull off in a Bentley top open like a chimney,
God Damn, it’s no ceilings like a Coliseum,
Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhoea,
The way I’m leaning I’m annoyed if I stand still,
Flow harder than an anvil, Short

[Gudda Gudda]
Ok, its Gudda hoe,
All about my bills like buffalo,
Your bitch under my sheets,
I heard she was an undercover hoe,
Purple got me moving slow,
Like I’m in a snail race,
Pop Pop Pop, 3 shots to the head,
Then I pick up my shell case,
Leave them with a pale face,
Yes, I am a Young Money goon,
Your girl like a motion picture she gonna be coming soon,
I do a certain rule; I pop her like balloons,
I dance her off to Mills and drop her off the tune,
Couple screws lose; you don’t want to play with him,
This is No Ceilings bitch, ruthless like a stadium,
We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in,
You want us in the club, well nigga pay us then,
All grey BM, I’m getting from my baby M,
She told us get the money and count it for me when I rake it in,
Don’t play no games hoe,
You know my name hoe,
G-U-D-D-A, propane flow.

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08.) Banned From T.V. *8

Ayo its Weezy motherfucking, easy with the hating
Bitch I’m in the building you just decorating
I’m just detonating, then I get blatant
More things worse than internet dating
Scoob got the cameras on so I got to show off
I put your sister on; I knock your bro off
We just spit snowballs catch it in your face bitch
Good game Wayne Maine I deserve a Naismith
Cook game gain flow dope in the vein flow
I’ll only be smoking the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o
And if you stay with them then y’all in the same boat
Deep water Carter fishing for a dollar
You can join the sail and I’m splitting your tomato
Ball cause I gotta, you’ll love me in the morning
I told her Imma king, them other niggas Prince Charming
She love to rock the mike she say that’s nothing like performing
Man I’m in love with her grill George Foreman
Forewarning Young Money’s on
And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn
Yeah, take that to the bank with ya
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures
Smoke weed talk shit like Lane Kiffin
Whole country in recession but Wayne different
Huh, and I’m a Maybach rider
Haven’t drove it one time I got a cool black driver
Can’t walk around with guns I got a dude that got them
Don’t worry if I’m shooting as long as you get shot
Imma beast, Imma pit-bull
I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled
I-Imma beast, Imma big wolf
I got my money right, I got my clip full
Ha-ha yeah, it’s like 7 in the morning nigga
I’m up for whomever the opponent nigga
Stop the track, let me relish in a moment nigga
Now bring that motherfucker back cause I’m zoning nigga
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the bitches were having it, then I bet we have them all
And man I’m so high it’s like an ever-lasting fall
And I’m charging these hoes like women basketball
Uh, I bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a line bite
Super hero call like a crime fight
I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice
Uh T-Streets still roll with me
Still sticking to the script like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit? We are those hit men
He stopped running, the bullet holes didn’t
Uh, Basically, I’m still a monster
Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera
Y’all too plane, Imma helicopter
My words keep going like a teleprompter
I’m an asshole, wipe me down bitch
I get big checks, Nike Town bitch
Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit
And the flag red like clown lips
Uh, T I can’t stop going
Dropped my best shit like the Cowboys dropped Owens
I’m the best to ever do it motherfucker I know it
No Ceilings got damn it now the fucking Sky’s showing uh.

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09.) Throw It In The Bag

Y’all know me, cuz all I do is,
Ride around in Bentleys coups
Got no need, she got me,
Buying her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop,
All-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop,

Yeah
No Ceilings baby,
He-he,
Ok,

Swimming in Polo, sleeping in Jordan’s,
Bought a cell phone and I don’t even much call it
New imports make her feel important
No bull shit, nigga no Ben Gordon
Get her information, take her on vacation
Give her dope dick, now she under the sedation
Wake her in the morning, breakfast where she slept at
Tell her go shopping, I can’t wait till she get back
Louis flip-flops and a pair of pink sweat pants
She wear that on my jet, I fuck her after jet lag
I take her to the vet, cause she a bad bitch
You can’t be broke and happy so me I’m mad rich
I’m talking Young Money shit, she love the way I think
L’Oreal all over my bathroom sink,
Betsy Johnson all over my bathroom counter
My pockets too deep, I fuck around and drown her.

Y’all know me, cuz all I do is,
Ride around in Bentleys coups
Got no need, she got me,
Buying her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop,
All-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop,

Ok, fucking on Versace, napping on satin
I love to hit it backwards, call it pig Latin
I bought her ass a Mac, now we be iChatting
Nigga swag jacking, but I got my patent
Fre-Fresh out the salon, I took her to Milan
I speak a little French, and hers is no better than mine
I pass her the blunt, she probly’ hit it one time
Catch us at the game sitting on the baseline
We can call a timeout, take a little time out
Pockets too deep, shawty you going have to climb out
Bambina prom dress with your spine out
And I live on the beach; you can get that panty line out
She wants to own me and I aint trying to fight it
She said is her dick, she got it copyrighted
And I don’t pay for pussy because I’m pussy priceless
I go fishing in it, and I aint a Pisces
Uh, Gucci only to the grocery store
Stop playing bitch you balling like Oak ford
Ha, And now we headed to the dealer
I’m going to cop my baby with something with no ceilings Ah.

Y’all know me, cuz all I do is,
Ride around in Bentleys coups
Got no need, she got me,
Buying her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop,
All-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop,

[FlashyScn]

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10.) That’s All I Have (Feat Tyga & Zipp)

[Tyga]
Ha, peek boo bitch, swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your best this year
Gorillas in the mist pull back pump they fist
I’m from the planet of the apes, King Kong clips
Silence lambs bitch
Run through your land tripping
Can’t pretend when this is real as it gets can ya
If shit hits the fan, I’d Ron Artest niggas
This how I’m living getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple, laid back, relax its mental
Shit you know what I do, tell me what you trying get into
The man cars rented, the man car killing
Gossiping man fuck the car look at the man in it
Ha boys to man business, we don’t hire bitches
Just fire bitches, Young Money fire spitters
Them red X's with us and they aint ate they dinner
Beginners feast, feet lying fatality finish
I’m killing these records they put me in Guinness
I really don’t give a f-fuck if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I still going to get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot cause bitch I’m seers
Young no beard, get soup
Like gumbo with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is bitch

[Lil Wayne]
Uhm
Now let me start by saying I don’t like this beat
But I weather the storm Imma lightening streak
Uhm, Weezy F baby, I do it big weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches try to Cirque Du Soleil me
Got some new bitches, trail got them laughing
The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket
Shot gun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet
Fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon
Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant
I keep a house full nigga call me Bob Saget
Spending time backwards, hotter than a cactus
And we aint in the building we the fucking contractors
Y-YM, motherfucker why hate it
Young Money down your throat, you got to stay hydrated
Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady
Open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby
He-he good morning dude, Eagle Street car in tune
Long Joe, no short bread, no Lorna Dune
I’m warning you, we on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden tools
That’s bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow
Hi-hip hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load
I load millions and more millions
Money to the ceiling, nigga no ceiling!

[Zippi]
Step up in this bitch 5 o’ clock in the morning
The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning
Imma get that worm now; tell them it’s my turn now
Y’all niggas need a lesson on some ethic you going learn now
I do this for the love of it, saliva because I love to spit
And I juke it for my future records, you going love to spit
Fucking with my brethren, 10 years strong
And he put them dreads in silver John Long
But he’s more like platinum; hold up here’s a napkin
Pick your jaw up off the floor, and tuck your tongue right back in
Tell me where is Mack Maine
That’s all I have

[FlashyScn]

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11.) Skit (Feat Shanell)

What’s up dog,
Yeah, this is No Ceilings
I’m really hoping that you’re enjoying what you’re experiencing, what you’re hearing, what your listening to.
Once again, thank you for listening to this, thank you for experiencing this.
Again, this is No Ceilings; I would love for you to look up into the building and understand that there is no ceilings, there’s only the sky, and the sky is the limit. Christopher Waylon said that.
In the background I got Shannel banging right now, you know just vibing out.
Real grown and sexy right now – do people still say that? Grown and sexy? I say it so fuck it.
This is No Ceilings, and uhm I aint gonna do too much talking like I said I just wanted to check in with you and make sure you was enjoying what you was doing.
And uh, thank you for everything. I’m out,
No Ceilings!