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Lil Wayne - Swag Surfing Lyrics

No ceilings..
I got this chrome on this bugatti
Im strong in this bugatti
2 v8's aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti
Bitch I'm bad
Im worse
Ill pass the purp
Dont fuck with me cuz right now im higher than captain curk
I swear I be the sickest nigga, 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 shit nigga, join my hit list nigga
Whats the matter? check ur bladder im the shit piss nigga
Shoot the witness, nigga
Whole court in the streets
And convict this nigga
Oh dickless nigga
Man im runnin with the blucka
Young money motha fucka
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 humungous
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, cold 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 nigga, I dont take no shit
Take the brain off the whip now it dont make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches I aint promise tomorrow
Now when they kicking it wit me like nomar garciaparra
Flute rollin killin plants, they lil tune shop of horror?
And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like tacarra?
Man im to much for these niggas, three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby momas, 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 dont get any sack yards
Bitch I ball hard, breakin all the back boards
Pretty boy flaud? step I will crack yours
And even at the white house we pull up at the back doors
Walk around like im thirty feet tall
Tiger woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
And the porche 911 like emergency cars
Man I just be chillin, im cool like lu rall?
Young money in the building, im puttin new walls
Nigga take your mrs officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin two logs
Young mula we the new shit and new drawers
Now get off my dick , I aint fucking wit cha
Watch me shoot to the bank, im a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like sunny listen
Red bone do me good then her friend, her sister
I mean her bitch, she never met her best friends asister
I leave her pussy microsoft like windows vista
Young tunche, pop that cucci for a goon hold
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 fuck wit holly grove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But heaven or hell I hope in that debut 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 shit go in ur ass and search
I smash this verse, when I swag and surf
NO CEILINGS
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