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Ayo, check this out, this DJ Khaled
And this is No Ceilings 3
They try to put a ceiling on our greatness
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
We took the fuckin' ceiling off
It's Lil Wayne, and this is (yeah)
Another one
(Uh)
First she straight, now the bitch bi-curious
Booty out the A, but her face from Honduras
Pull up to them gates, say I'm livin' luxurious
I fuck her, then I tell her get lost like a tourist
I went to the Middle East, came back with a Lamb'
Back with some money, came back with some grams
Fly your bitch to the beach, she come back with a tan
Come back with no money, come back with some sand
Dawg, I be at home all day poppin' illys
See how long it take to count a million
Bitch, if you make me lose count, I'ma kill ya
Hoppin' out a G-Wagon, gotta be a six wheeler
Young Tune nigga, put D on your bae
She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, uh
Young Tune', nigga, I'll wipe yo' bitch
Best rapper alive, I write yo' shit
All that cappin', I'll wipe yo' lips
Lil' pussy-ass nigga shoot you right in yo' clit, yeah
I'ma turn up a little more this time
People used to say "That boy, he before his time"
I already know what you did last summer
I was standin' out the sun and lettin' my woa' and 'em shine
Paul Smith robe on the floor but it's fine
Two tone AP on, I'm bust
Rose gold Hublot lookin' like rust
All black Hublot lookin' like us
Clear white diamonds, lookin' like pus
Watch face look like a motherfuckin' pizza
And I got all diamonds all in the crust
Thinkin' I might, no nigga, I must
Keep a Hot Boy with me, I got love for BG
Yo' face tryna lock me like the BG
I told my old lady if they do, she could leave
She said "Bae, shut the fuck up, you sound brazy
That shit gon' work out like it's personal training"
I say "Amen", and she say "Fuck yeah"
Weigh out my options, I broke out the scale
Weigh out my options, I feel like a whale
My pockets on blubber, the socket unplugger
Bah-bah-bah-bah, he never recover
Dead bodies on top of each other
Look like they 69'ing each other
At first, I was playin', now this shit got serious
Shot to that man in the middle of his ears
Five hundred grand, to make an appearance
I need that a week in advance for clearance
I just got mad at one of my shooters
'Cause I told his ass that we don't shoot no children
That shit is bad and fuck up my spirit
That nigga laugh, I say, "Bruh you a terrorist"
Extended barrel, the one with the holes
Don't fuck with me, I am not one of your bros
Quadruple my money, don't count what I gross
It's gotta be the truck if I hop in a Rolls
Young Money, nigga, that's my DNA
I look like a lion and act like an ape
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get ate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we ape
Young Tune nigga, put D on your bae
She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, No Ceilings
Young Money, OVO
Light yo' spliff up
A fuckin' big head spliff
Huh, Lil Wayne and Drake
Pon your head, let's go

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