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No ceilings... O o ok, I got this chrome on this bugatti I'm strong in this bugatti 2 v8s ain't no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti Bitch I'm bad I'm worse I'll pass the purp Don't f-ck with me cause right now I'm 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 I'll snatch her purse Ok I spazz, I curse U last, I'm first I'm on your ass like dirt Behind that cash, get murk I'm talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list n-gga What's the matter? check your bladder I'm the sh-t piss n-gga Shoot the witness, n-gga Whole court in the streets And convict this n-gga Oh d-ckless n-gga Man I'm runnin with the blucka Young money muthaf-cka U bet we gon do our thing Well ain't it sunny in the summer And we coming for the comers And whoever among us SongtexteAnd u kno I'm a 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 can't say some other names cause of the feds And to my bloods, cold red Man u know how we plead And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay I'm a New Orleans n-gga, I don't take no sh-t Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense Stunt hard on these b-tches I ain't promise tomorrow Now when they kicking it with me like nomar garciaparra Flute rollin killin plants, they lil tune shop of horror? And we roll them b-tches thick, make them look like tacara? Man I'm 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 love motor island, Atlantic in my backyard I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard Quarter back shot gun, you don't 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 Walk around like I'm thirty feet tall Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls And the Porche 911 like emergency calls Man I just be chillin, I'm cool like lu rall? Young money in the building, I'm 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 ain't f-cking with cha Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm 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 don't know East side who I do it for, eagle street right by the store Katrina wiped the city out but could'ntf-ck with holly grove Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago But heaven or hell I hope in that debut where I'm a go Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show Still long hair, don't care, like a navajo I'm the hardest sh-t go in your ass and search I smash this verse, and I swag and surf No ceilings Aus Songtexte Mania