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Uh, Fiji water granddaddy Purp Excuse me I let the semiautomatic burp Blood game motherfucker call me red alert
Young Carter kill in order, who get it first Stuff that girl with dick till her head burst Young Weasel flow needles I can thread shirts Boy you ain't did shit I done said worst Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst Uh, Fiji water OG Kush Yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks I'm in the way, you can't pass like Aaron Brooks Uh, President ride the car slow I let my driver drive, I'm on par 4 Spit hanging from my mouth retard flow And I say what I want like an award show I'm on some shit ain't even come out the ass yet Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet Young or old, there ain't no comparing me I just cleared that up
Moment of clarity, uh Uh, I'm about to go almonds Young head busta, get your helmets
You niggas real soft, what is that? velvet? I get big chips, you get Alvin's Uh, I'mma bout to go walnuts We get seven digit money you can call us Hit them with the chopper, watch them ball up Paint your face red, you're all dolled up Yeah, Young Nino nigga, do it for my team Tim Tebow nigga I'm killing this shit Grim Reap flow nigga Getting swallowed by the Maybach deep throat nigga Uh, I'mma bout to go planters I'm still in my prime, Deion Sanders We all gamblers, I will not lose Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels Uh, give me mine or I'mma take mine Smoking purple, I heard it till the grape vine Weezy Baby AKA your highness I just killed this shit Moment of silence, uh
(But I ain't finished, ah ah, No Ceilings motherfucker, yeah)
Uh, I'm in the zone like a fastball And I fuck the game up like a bad call Let the money stack, don't let the cash fall Bars all day, no last calls Uh, I'm in the red zone nigga Wake up in the morning with your head gone nigga Birdman Junior wings spread on niggas Leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home nigga Yeah, tell the doctor step aside please Dr. Carter gasoline in your IV's Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed Strong arm rap, I rock an iron sleeve Uh, I'm in the zone like the secondary No lie bitch I'm flyer than a pet canary I'mma dog on the beat fuck the Veterinary Two women praise me like Mary Mary Uh, I'm in the zone like college ball Spit fire like I'm sipping on a Molotov Lose bowels, this shit so easy **Jay-Z:** I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Uh, ahahahahahaaa No Ceilings, yeah, haha
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