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Lil Wayne

Genres: Hip-Hop

Swag Surfing Lyrics - Lil Wayne

No ceilings.. 

o o ok, i got this chrome on this bugatti 

Im strong in this bugatti 

2 v8s aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti 

Bitch Im bad 

Im worse 

Ill pass the purp 

dont f-ck with me cuz right now im higher than Captain Kurk 

I swear i be the sickest n-gga, u can ask the nurse 

and if you throw it in the bag, i bet ill snatch her purse 

Ok i spazz, i curse 

u last, im first 

im on ur ass like dirt 

behind that cash, get murk 

im talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list n-gga 

whats the matter? check ur bladder im the sh-t piss n-gga 

shoot the witness, n-gga 

hold court in the streets 

and convict this n-gga 

oh d-ckless n-gga 

man im runnin with the blucka 

young money muthaf-cka 

u bet we gon do our thing 

well aint it sunny in the summer 

and we coming for the comers 

and whoever among us 

and u kno 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 cant say some other names cuz of the feds 

and to my bloods, code red 

man u know how we plead 

and if it cost to be the boss, oh well i guess i gotta pay 

im a New Orleans n-gga, i dont take no sh-t 

take the brain off the whip now it dont make no sense 

stunt hard on these b-tches i aint promise tomorrow 

now women kickin it with me like Nomar Garciaparra 

Few grow them killer plants, the lil tune shop of horror(?) 

and we roll them b-tches thick, make them look like Tocara? 

man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes 

the 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 kno ya heard Obama 

and 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 dont get any sack yards 

b-tch 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 

 

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walk around like im thirty feet tall 

Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls 

and the Porche 911 like emergency calls 

man i just be chillin, im cool like Lou Rawls? 

young money in the building, im puttin up new walls 

n-gga take your Mrs Officer and set some new laws 

my flow is like rubbin two logs 

young mula we the new sh-t and new drawers 

now get off my d-ck , i aint f-cking wit cha 

watch me shoot to the bank, im a money pistol 

weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston 

red bone do me good then her friend, her sister 

i mean her bitch, she never met her best friends a sister 

i leave her p-ssy microsoft like windows vista 

young tunche, pop that cucci for a goon hoe 

bullet in you boys memory, now u act like u dont know 

east side who i do it for, eagle street right by the store 

katrina wiped the city out but couldnt f-ck wit holly grove 

lost some real niggas i knew from a long time ago 

but heaven or hell im hopin that they be where ima go 

take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show 

still long hair, dont care, like a navajo 

im the hardest sh-t go in ur ass and search 

i smash this verse, and i swag and surf 

NO CEILINGS 

AHAH 

 

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