Lyrics YM Wasted - lil wayne

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Take it, FATBOI
No Ceilings

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Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
President got 'em in the White House naked
Looked at the clock and it said, "Right now"
Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial

Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass
Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass
Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back
Bugatti, matte black, "Where they do that at?"

South Beach Miami, hoe, I'm probably with Tammy To'
My life is a video and the women want they cameo
I just want them pantyhose, and I'm higher than Geronimo
And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical

Now pop that pussy like a 4-4
I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low-blow
It's Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest
We done put them other niggas on a hiatus

Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data
'Cause I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter
I make my girl cum first then I arrive later
I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator

Haha, get-getting money like hell yeah
This shit's so good it don't even smell bad
And you can tell Dad that I'm a motherfucker
You niggas best not slip, Ice Road Truckers

Light pole barrel, chopper stupid long
New Orleans nigga, I get Super-dome
Loyal to the game, the game been good to me
Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me

Ha, we on nigga; let- let them hoes know
Young Money lay 'em down like old folks
You coming with it? We coming for it
Plenty to go around, now watch the money orbit

Real shit people now just absorb it
I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring
And I got so much swag I need an ad for it
And I don't like to brag so my bitches brag for me

Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming
She give me hot head, I call it global warming
If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now
I-I am more animal than the zoo allow

Put me in the wild, I'll be there for a while
You niggas little league, call 'em Curaçao
Energizer money, it keep going
I'm laid up, I'm free throwing

Who rebounding? Who gives a shit?
Fuck that, I got 27 years of this
Hit or miss, I hit your Missus
You are local news, I'm 60 Minutes

I-I hit the target, I hit the witness
I work out in my office, guess I'm fit for business
Too many visions, completed missions
Still icing out crosses, keep it Christian

We consistent, the streets commend it
Weezy F. Baby, the 'F' is for 'Forensics'
From start to finish, Usain Wayne
Okay, you're doing your thing? Well things change

You Plain Jane, I'm diverse
I save the world second, and I get high first
I'm a mind freak, check my time sheet
Bitch, I bring the noise, where the lions sleep

Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy
I'm always good, like Grandma cookies
Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer
It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer

She going down like the hands on my time-ticker
I'm always strapped, Vietnam, nigga
We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose
We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose

Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows
Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes
It's Young Money, baby, and the building grows
As we look up, where did the ceilings go?

Haha
No Ceilings