Ice Cream Paint Job Lyrics - No Ceiling Mixtape - Lil Wayne

Young Money, syrup in the big shot 

Time to do the thing thats 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 n-gga in his face knock his nose off 

Make the girls say my name like roll call 

Pain killers got a n-gga bout ta doze off 

Big shit n-gga talk big sh-t n-gga 

Big bread bread like a picnic n-gga 

Shake the whole game like the hit stick n-gga 

Money spread like germs get sick n-gga 

Yeaa, And f-ck them other n-ggas, 

1 9 hundred who want I deliver 

Concrete shoes wont help in the river 

I dont care if you was Michael Phelps my n-gga 

Im higher than the mothaf-ckin Alps my n-gga 

Im flyer than the mothaf-ckin stealth my n-gga 

Young Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga 

We the mothaf-ckas like Milf my n-gga 

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UhUhm, Flow like Syringes 

Yea im in my mode got a code like Da Vinci 

I was in the trenches, now im in the trump 

And everybody watch your back,when your in the front 

You aint never safe stop playin with a gangsta 

Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker 

Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles 

Im all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles 

Why thank you,if you a hater 

Im eatin, yous a waiter 

Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider 

Holla at your gualla, sue em' later 

Young Tune n-gga, typhoon n-gga 

And if you think your sweet, buy a room n-gga 

Damo n-gga, Im on my gang sh-t, 

She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge 

Lightin up a mothaf-cking blunt, 

stupid fruity swag like a mothaf-ckin runt 

And I be with my dog like a mothaf-cka hunt 

Everyday of the week is the first of the month 

Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face 

Cant tell the time cause the diamonds in the face 

Photos 

We can get it poppin like a semi automatic 

And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty 

Rockstar tatted, big money addict 

Running this sh-t now Im feelin athletic 

I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick 

Stop playin Im fresher then a degree stick 

Street sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad weed 

Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i land feet flat 

Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back 

Haha, I need a massage, 

and when it come to hoes man I got a collage 

Finger on the button, n-gga just stuntin 

If you aint the bank teller dont tell me nuntin 

Kush so strong you can smell me coming 

B-tch I go hard like the boy from 300 

You think ya kick it,well boy we puntin 

Young Money baby we the sh-t weak stomachs 

No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka