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lil wayne - watch my shoes lyrics

okay, no ceilings motherf-cker good morning
d-ck in your mouth while you yawning
i’m going in, gudda why they started me? marley why they started me?
i’ll bring you to your front door like you ordered me
back in this b-tch but a lot more rich
on my poppa bear sh-t, need hot porridge
got a lot more sh-t than you could ever fathom
a big head n-gg- couldn’t even imagine
the sh-t i do, most doers never done
i’mma f-ck this beat, your b-tch who you better come
better run this sh-t, i don’t run from sh-t
i still be-beat your -ss like a f-cking drumstick
weezy f-cking baby, baby make the ladies come quick
the money can’t fit in my pockets but i bet that gun fit
and i’m so unfit cause all i eat is rappers
and these rappers ain’t sh-t i like my fast food faster
syrup got me slow like a turtle around this hoe
and i’m flyer than the highest flying bird around this hoe
just a word around this hoe, you get served around this hoe
yeah you get served like a f-cking hors d’oeuvre around this hoe
i don’t splurge around a hoe, no i don’t shine in front no b-tch
cause after she get off my d-ck i be like find the front door b-tch
i don’t know why the f-ck your b-tch keep coming by and i f-ck your b-tch
100 times what the f-ck your b-tch got on her mind, my f-cking d-ck
i call her d-ck head, spicy like a big red, stripe ya like a bic head
your flow sick, my sh-t dead, sillier than vic said, soulja boy and arab
you should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance
i call it the nae nae dance, proud to be nae nae’s dad
gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland
we are not the same, i am a martian, this is sp-ce jam
no ceilings r.i.p. a man, motherf-cking cave man
beating on my chest, young money cash money
and i’m eating all the rest
n-gg- no offense, sorry if your offended
riding high like i’m on 54 inches
man i’d rather chill with 54 b-tches
chill-chill like chill-chill like a eskimo
le-let’s get more, let’s get more b-tches
and i be like let’s get more b-tches
mr. officer stop arresting your b-tches
stop let the messy hoes mess with your business
mickey mouse cheese, hip hop walt disney
shesh gosh ash kash we gash
smoking on that bob marley, listening to pete tosh
i do me, no i do three
at a t-i-m-e, why when we, say we young mula
the b-tches leave y’all, and relay run to us
and payday comes sooner than later round here
and you see my sharks like they got some bait around here
hey, you better stop the hate around there
before tommy, mack and nina debate around there
yeah you see it in my face i don’t care
whole court hearing trial and the case around there
i’m the best thing yet i know i got that thing wet
everybody want be fly but don’t know where there wings at
huh
had to pause for a minute
now i’m right back in it like the draws of the woman
on a scale of 1 to 10 and my girl be a 20
my girl so bad make a n-gg- think he sinning
my goons so gritty, my goons is so with me
haters got to go on itunes to go get me
gators, matadors, baboons, and those grizzlies
all come out me when i’m on the microphone end the
mic check 2 – 3, i’m different like blue pee
and my girls be half naked like betty boop be
like a hoopty, man the boy been riding
and i ain’t g-ssed up because i’m more like a hybrid
you think i’m stunting, but no i’m just surviving
and i’ve been here but my soul is just arriving
look up in the air, it’s a crow it’s a robin
no ceilings full dose i’m prescribing
medication free if the meditation we
smoke some better tasting weed
that you’ll ever taste or see
s-h-a-r-p as a tack, hotter than
riding through a dessert on a camel back
i done been riding through wherever with the hammer strapped
i ain’t lying, i can do whatever if i’m planning that
so i got my guns let’s dance like f-nny pack
and we cooked the hard, cut the soft and bring them whammies back
mafi-o b-tch where you motherf-cking family at
call my n-gg- gudda if you trying to get your mammi back
all up in another n-gg- woman i be ramming that
seeing through these see through n-gg-s like their laminate
hip hop so contaminate, i swear just examine that
if i’m such a philanthropist, the god to these evangelists
i dress all los angeles but i love miami though
i am so new orleans, yes i go pistachios
that means i go nuts on any beat they throw at me
and the b-tches is so at me
and you know what they throw at me
hahahaha
no, no ceilings

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