Run This Town Lyrics - No Ceiling Mixtape - Lil Wayne

Yeah 

Millzy I see you 

T told me to do this shit 

So I'mma do this shit 

No Ceilings! 

Yeah 

Haha 

Hehe 

I'mma run this down tonight 

Alright now, uh 

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Nigga we are 

So ready for the war 

C-A-R-T-E-R 

Put the beat in E.R. 

I'm colder than B-R 

Add another three R's 

Watch me like D-V-D, V-C-R 

Pump to ya chest, I ain't talking C-P-R 

Riding this track like a motherfucking street car 

New Orleans coroner 

His name is Frank Minor 

Fuck with me wrong, you'll be waking up in his yard 

Man I go crazy on the beat, I go nimrod 

Man I act an ass, treat the beat like a haemorrhoid 

Man I go to work on a beat, call it employ 

Man I kicks it, bitch get your shin guard 

Uh 

Young Money run these 

Towns, countries 

I still eat rappers 

Uummm, scrumptious 

My goons tote thumpers 

They pump them like krumpers 

Anybody beat, I'm going to go Archie Bonkers 

Tuneche be the wildest 

Let's run the metropolis 

I pop like lolly's 

You drop like eye lids 

The money keep calling, I hear the shit dialing 

And they say money talks, you can hear my shit hollering 

You softer then nylan, oops I meant nylon 

Perfection is the goal and I'm headed to the pylon 

Crown fit me good, I ain't even got to try on 

The pistol mean business, that bitch should have a tie on 

Tity done told me do this shit 

So I had to do this shit 

I get super hero money, call a nigga super rich 

Keep it super for awhile, let me get on my super shit 

Super ill, super sick 

Dog I go super Vick 

Ran into a super woman, turned her to a super bitch 

Hit her with that super dick, she be cumming super quick 

Super Millz, Mack, Tyga, Streets, Nelly, super Nick 

Super Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckee, Twist, that's the super clique 

Now I'm off that super shit 

Fuck that shit, I super quit 

Running circles round the game, like a hula hoop and shit 

You gone have to loop this shit 

There won't be a duplicate 

And my blunts be super thick 

I'm higher than a super kick 

I-I'm the bomb baby, watch me nuke this shit 

When I leave the booth, they got to scoop this shit 

My apologies, diabolically 

I'm the prodigy, do you roger me 

I look in the flames, and see a hotter me 

But how come I'm still colder than commonly? 

Yeah, we run this town like a lot of feet 

Young Mula baby, I'm proud of me 

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