OK: no ceilings,
motherf ker, good morning
d k in your mouth while you're
yawning, "I'm goin' in!"
Gudda, why they started me?
Marley, why they started me?
I’ll bring it to your front
door like you ordered me
Back in this bitch, but a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit, need hot porridge
Got a lot more s t than
you could ever fathom
A big head n a couldn’t even imagine
The s t I do, most doers never done
I'mma f k this beat and,
bitch, you better cum!
Bet I run this shit,
I don't run from s t
I still beat your ass
like a f king drumstick
Weezy F king 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, cause
all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit,
I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow, like
a turtle 'round this ho
And I'm flyer than the
highest flying bird around this ho
Whats the word around this ho?
You get served around this ho
Yeah, you get served like a f king
hors d'œuvre around this ho
And I don’t splurge around no ho, no
I don’t shine in front of no b h
Cause after she get off my dick, I be
like, "find the front door, bitch"
And I don't know why the f k
your b h keep coming by
I done f ked your b h a hundred times
What the f k your
b h got on her mind?My f king dick;
I call her dickhead,
spicy like a Big Red
Strike you like a Bic head;
your flow sick, my s t dead
Sillier than V.I.C. said,
Soulja Boy and Arab
You should see my 11 year old
daughter do they dance
I call it the Nae Nae dance;
proud to be Nae Nae’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., amen;
motherf king caveman
Beating on my chest,
Young Money, Cash Money
And I'm eating all the rest, n a
No offence, sorry if you're offended
Riding high like I'm on 54 inches
Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches
Ch chill like, ch chill like an Eskimo
Let's get mo', let's get mo' bitches
And I be like, "let's get mo' bitches"
Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches
Stop lettin' the messy hoes
mess with your business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip hop Walt Disney
Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B’gosh
Smokin on that Bob Marley,
listening to Pete Tosh
I I I do me; no, I do three
At a T I M E
Why when we say we Young Mula
The bitches leave y'all,
and relay 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 wanna be fly but
don’t know where their wings at
...Had to pause for a minute
And I'm right back in it like
the drawers of the women
On a scale of 1 to 10
and my girl be a 20
My girl's so bad, make a
n a think he's sinnin'
My goons are so gritty,
my goons are so with me
Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
Gators by the doors,
baboons and those grizzies
All come out me when I'm
on the microphone in the
Mic check, 2, 3, I am
different like blue pee
And my girls be half
naked like Betty Boop be
Like a hoopty, man, the boy been riding
And I ain't gassed up, because
I'm more like a hybrid
You think I'm stuntin',
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, full dose, I'm prescribing
Medication free, and for meditation we
Smoke some better tasting weed
Than you’ll ever taste or see
S H A R P as a tack, hotter than
Riding through a desert on a camel back
I done been riding through
wherever with the hammer strapped
I ain't lying, I can do
whatever if I'm planning that
So I got my guns, let's
dance like FannyPack
And we cook the hard, cut the
soft, and bring the whammies back
Mafio, bitch, where your
motherf king family at?
Call my n a Gudda if you
trying to get your Mammie back
All up in another nigga's
woman, I be ramming that
Seeing through these see through
niggas like they laminate
Hip hop so contaminate,
I swear, just e amine it
And 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 means 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?
