Where Ya At Lyrics - Lil Wayne

No Ceilings 

Hey now, you're an all-star 

But the bitches you be with, they are sub-par 

But the bitches you be with, they be cock-blockin' 

Hope you put the kid to sleep, they be cock-blockin' 

You could really get this meat, get this hot sausage 

And I'm way too rich to beef, I just buy a body 

And I really kick my feet up and that's not karate 

Yeah I really kick my feet up, let a thot massage 'em 

Where ya ass was at when I was with the Hot Boys? 

Prolly watchin' Baller Blockin', eatin' popcorn 

Where ya ass was at? You was in the drought, boy 

I was prolly at the fight bringin' out Floyd 

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Say she love me 'cause I'm laid back, she outgoin' 

I possess a drank, pockets fat like Samoan 

I just told my goons I got it, I just waved 'em off 

I just told Tunechi I got it and he said, "Of course" 

Lose my mind the only time I ever take a loss 

I work too hard for takin' off, I'm takin' off 

Really 'bout to see a billion, all in arm's reach 

Sleep on a hammock in the middle of two palm trees 

My neighbors can't sleep, all they hearin' is them cars screech 

My bitch can't sleep, all she hearin' is them car keys 

I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired to talk, please 

I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired, I'm yawning 

Where ya ass was at when I was 15 in a Porsche? 

Where ya ass be at when we be poppin' all these corks? 

Where ya ass be at? Know you're prolly with them dorks 

I'm prolly with some bitches that be poppin' pills and snort 

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Diamonds in my mouth, no Swarovski 

I'm hittin' notes with the pistol, oh I'm off-key 

And the money, come in godspeed 

I'm movin' slow, Lisa Turtle, Lark Voorhies 

From the treasure chest, inside was a heartbeat 

And Katrina had us hustlin' out a RV 

We had to stash and steal, balled, Steve Harvey 

We had to stash and steal, balled, Steve Harvey 

And we set a nigga up like eHarmony 

And your bitch plain, nigga, and your car cheap 

And we leave your brain right there on your broad's cheek 

And we leave some stains right there on your offspring 

And the purple rain right here in the soft drink 

Yeah the purple rain right here in the soft drink 

And to fight the pain, nigga, like a horse train 

And we don't complain, nigga, and we don't blink 

And you're dumb as hell and I swear his ass don't think 

I think you run with 12 and I think these hoes quiet link 

I be so underwhelmed 'cause I swear his hoe's style's weak 

I'm movin' slow as hell but the money comin' godspeed 

I'm movin' slow as hell but the money comin' godspeed 

I just told a pussy nigga, "Call your henchman, nigga" 

I just stole on a nigga mid-sentence, nigga 

Fiend searchin' in a haystack for syringes, nigga 

Dopeman got 'em flippin' like some ninjas, nigga 

Got 'em tweakin', got 'em lurkin', got 'em cringin', nigga 

That's them symptoms, nigga, I can prevent 'em, nigga 

Split a nigga's head in two, that's split decisions, nigga 

Been to Hell and back, came back in mint condition, nigga 

Feel like Heaven winnin' racks, return to spend a nigga 

Feel like Heaven's only lackin' your attendance, nigga 

Feel like stuntin', drop them tops but not them windows, nigga 

Toss out your demo, I ain't even like your intro, nigga 

I just went Kimbo with this tempo, un momento, nigga 

You know my M.O., nigga, spit that A.M.M.O., nigga, blat 

I ask my ceilings where ya ass was at 

To all my Ceilings fans, I'm back, they pushed the album back, fuck