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  • No Ceilings..
    O-o-ok, I got this chrome on this
    BugattiI'm strong in this
    BugattiTwo
    V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this
    Bugatti*****
    I'm bad,I'm worse
    I pass the purp',
    Don't **** with me 'cause right now
    I'm higher than
    Captain Kirk,
    I swear I be the sickest *****, you can ask the nurse
    And if you throw it in the bag,
    I bet I'll snatch her purse
    OK I spazz,
    I curseYou last,
    I'm firstI'm on yo' ass, like dirt
    Behind that cash, get murked
    I'm talkin' big **** *****, join my hit list *****
    What's the matter?
    Check ur bladder
    I'm the **** piss *****
    Shoot the witness, *****
    Whole court in the streets
    And convict this *****
    Old ****less *****
    Man im runnin' with the blucka
    Young Money mutha****a
    You think we won't do our thang..
    Well ain't 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 can't say some other names 'cause of the
    FedsUntil 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
    I'm a New
    Orleans *****,
    I don't take no ****
    Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense
    Stunt hard on these *****es
    I ain't 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 *****es thick, make 'em look like
    ToccaraMan
    I'm too much for these ******, 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
    ObamaAnd 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 don't get any sack yards
    ***** 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',
    I'm cool like
    Lou RawlsYoung
    Money in the building,
    I'm puttin' up new walls
    ***** take your
    Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
    My flow is like rubbin' two logs
    Young Moula we the new **** and new draws
    Now get off my ****,
    I ain't ****ing witcha
    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 or sista
    I mean her *****, she never met her best friend or sister
    I leave that *****
    Microsoft like
    Windows Vista
    Young toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe
    Bullet in your boy memory, now you act like you don't know
    Eastside who i do it fo',
    Eagle Street right by the store
    Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't **** wit
    Holly Grove
    Lost some real ******
    I knew from a long time ago
    But Heaven or
    Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where
    Imma goTake a ***** gale and make her come give me a private show
    Still long hair, don't care, like a
    NavajoI'm the hardest **** go in your ass and search
    I smash this verse, so
    I swag and surf
    No Ceilings
    Ahah
  • No Ceilings..
    O-o-ok, I got this chrome on this
    BugattiI'm strong in this
    BugattiTwo
    V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this
    Bugatti*****
    I'm bad,I'm worse
    I pass the purp',
    Don't **** with me 'cause right now
    I'm higher than
    Captain Kirk,
    I swear I be the sickest *****, you can ask the nurse
    And if you throw it in the bag,
    I bet I'll snatch her purse
    OK I spazz,
    I curseYou last,
    I'm firstI'm on yo' ass, like dirt
    Behind that cash, get murked
    I'm talkin' big **** *****, join my hit list *****
    What's the matter?
    Check ur bladder
    I'm the **** piss *****
    Shoot the witness, *****
    Whole court in the streets
    And convict this *****
    Old ****less *****
    Man im runnin' with the blucka
    Young Money mutha****a
    You think we won't do our thang..
    Well ain't 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 can't say some other names 'cause of the
    FedsUntil 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
    I'm a New
    Orleans *****,
    I don't take no ****
    Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense
    Stunt hard on these *****es
    I ain't 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 *****es thick, make 'em look like
    ToccaraMan
    I'm too much for these ******, 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
    ObamaAnd 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 don't get any sack yards
    ***** 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',
    I'm cool like
    Lou RawlsYoung
    Money in the building,
    I'm puttin' up new walls
    ***** take your
    Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
    My flow is like rubbin' two logs
    Young Moula we the new **** and new draws
    Now get off my ****,
    I ain't ****ing witcha
    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 or sista
    I mean her *****, she never met her best friend or sister
    I leave that *****
    Microsoft like
    Windows Vista
    Young toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe
    Bullet in your boy memory, now you act like you don't know
    Eastside who i do it fo',
    Eagle Street right by the store
    Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't **** wit
    Holly Grove
    Lost some real ******
    I knew from a long time ago
    But Heaven or
    Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where
    Imma goTake a ***** gale and make her come give me a private show
    Still long hair, don't care, like a
    NavajoI'm the hardest **** go in your ass and search
    I smash this verse, so
    I swag and surf
    No Ceilings
    Ahah