Swag Surfin

No Ceilings..

O-o-ok, I got this chrome on this

BugattiI'm strong in this

BugattiTwo

V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this

BugattiBitch

I'm bad,I'm worse

I pass the purp',

Don't fuck with me 'cause right now

I'm higher than

Captain Kirk,

I swear I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse

And if you throw it in the bag,

I bet I'll snatch her purse

OK I spazz,

I curseYou last,

I'm firstI'm on yo' ass, like dirt

Behind that cash, get murked

I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit list nigga

What's the matter?

Check ur bladder

I'm the shit piss nigga

Shoot the witness, nigga

Whole court in the streets

And convict this nigga

Old dickless nigga

Man im runnin' with the blucka

Young Money muthafucka

You think we won't do our thang..

Well ain't it sunny in the summer?

And we coming for the commas

And whoever among us

And you know

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 can't say some other names 'cause of the

FedsUntil my bloods, cold red

Man you know how we play it

And if it cost to be the boss, oh well

I guess I gotta pay it

I'm a New

Orleans nigga,

I don't take no shit

Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense

Stunt hard on these bitches

I ain't promised tomorrow

Not when they kicking it with me like no mo' garciaparra

Flute rollin' killer plants, like the tool shop of horror

And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like

ToccaraMan

I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes

Whe 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 know you heard

ObamaAnd 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 don't get any sack yards

Bitch 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 im thirty feet tall

Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls

In the Porche 911 like emergency calls

Man i just be chillin',

I'm cool like

Lou RawlsYoung

Money in the building,

I'm puttin' up new walls

Nigga take your

Mrs. Officer and set some new laws

My flow is like rubbin' two logs

Young Moula we the new shit and new draws

Now get off my dick,

I ain't fucking witcha

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 or sista

I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend or sister

I leave that pussy

Microsoft like

Windows Vista

Young toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe

Bullet in your boy memory, now you act like you don't know

Eastside who i do it fo',

Eagle Street right by the store

Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck wit

Holly Grove

Lost some real niggas

I knew from a long time ago

But Heaven or

Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where

Imma goTake a nigga gale and make her come give me a private show

Still long hair, don't care, like a

NavajoI'm the hardest shit go in your ass and search

I smash this verse, so

I swag and surf

No Ceilings

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