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euro gotit - ceiling lyrics

[intro]
authentic or nothin’
yeah

[chorus]
i just lift the roof up off the ceiling
i done ran them racks up to the ceiling
body bags up in the mall, i gets a k!lling, yeah
hundred million how i’m feeling, yeah
uh, penthouse suite, n-gg- can’t eat what i eat
foreign my feet, uh, i know the b-tch hate when i leave
i just lift the roof up off the ceiling
i done ran them racks up to the ceiling

[verse 1]
run through hoes, young n-gg- run through bags
that ho garbage, now a n-gg- goin’ through the trash (get out)
i was goin’ through withdrawals ‘fore i got a coupe, now a n-gg- goin’ fast (skrrt)
i’m the hottest n-gg- breathin’ right now so i know that your b-tch gon’ smash
uh, no hotel, uh (uh-uh)
take that b-tch on the backstreet, uh
this whip cost more than a hotel room
get in the backseat, uh (let’s go)
gucci tracksuit, uh, i ain’t even goin’ to a track meet (oh no)
i got seven n-gg-s ’round me strapped
in case you n-gg-s wanna attack me (what’s up?)
i got my whips out the galaxy
head to dubai, gotta palace me (take off)
young n-gg- came from a tragedy (uh-huh)
i walk like i’m money, i’m stackin’ me
lit, then i walk up to head honcho like, “what’s happenin’?”
i walk out the mall, they like, “what happened?” (murder)

[verse 2]
came up out the cell eatin’ rice pops (for real)
i just take my gang shopping at icebox
she whispered in my ear, like, “what your life like?”
spend a hundred thousand, i got frostbite
know what it is if the feds got ’em
keep my lil’ b-tch in red bottoms (d-mn)
i hit the strip club in a poncho (versace)
they know about the crib, not the condo, ayy
what you know ’bout sippin’ champagne up in barneys? (woah)
gave that big mama forty, she say, “ooh, he charming” (woah)
flood my neck with charms, they ring the alarm
n-gg- can’t do no harm, my garage look like a barn
waistband, wanna taste me
n-gg- can’t face me, these n-gg-s can’t race me

[verse 3]
x, load me up
uh, give me your back, f-ck your name, f-ck your number
i just walked up in his trap with my gun up (give me that)
i’ma stack these racks up ’til the summer
young n-gg- tryna real come-up
thirty racks stuffed in the backpack
mac-10 make you go back, back
i roll the rolls royce back, back
tell her proceed, no backtrack
ayy, give me your dental, better yet, your mental
never sentimental, baby, you’re a memo
ice on december
you were not a fan, you were not a member
how you makin’ plans ’cause you with a winner
you was all summer, i was all winter
barely makin’ breakfast, now you want my dinner
you ain’t tryna save me, really you a villain
how, i just kicked that b-tch up out the ceiling
yeah, yeah, yeah

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