Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Swag Surfin lyrics

rate me

No ceilings...

O o ok, I got this chrome on this bugatti

I'm strong in this bugatti

2 v8s ain't no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti

Bitch I'm bad

I'm worse

I'll pass the purp

Don't f-ck with me cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kurk

I swear I be the sickest n-gga, u can ask the nurse

And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse

Ok I spazz, I curse

U last, I'm first

I'm on your ass like dirt

Behind that cash, get murk

I'm talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list n-gga

What's the matter? check your bladder I'm the sh-t piss n-gga

Shoot the witness, n-gga

Whole court in the streets

And convict this n-gga

Oh d-ckless n-gga

Man I'm runnin with the blucka

Young money muthaf-cka

U bet we gon do our thing

Well ain't it sunny in the summer

And we coming for the comers

And whoever among us

And u kno I'm a 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 feds

And to my bloods, cold red

Man u know how we plead

And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay

I'm a New Orleans n-gga, I don't take no sh-t

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

Stunt hard on these b-tches I ain't promise tomorrow

Now when they kicking it with me like nomar garciaparra

Flute rollin killin plants, they lil tune shop of horror?

And we roll them b-tches thick, make them look like tacara?

Man I'm to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes

The 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 kno ya heard Obama

And I love motor 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

B-tch 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 I'm thirty feet tall

Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls

And the Porche 911 like emergency calls

Man I just be chillin, I'm cool like lu rall?

Young money in the building, I'm puttin up new walls

N-gga take your Mrs Officer and set some new laws

My flow is like rubbin two logs

Young mula we the new sh-t and new drawers

Now get off my d-ck, I ain't f-cking with cha

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, her sister

I mean her bitch, she never met her best friends a sister

I leave her p-ssy microsoft like windows vista

Young tunche, pop that cucci for a goon hoe

Bullet in you boys memory, now u act like u don't know

East side who I do it for, eagle street right by the store

Katrina wiped the city out but could'ntf-ck with holly grove

Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago

But heaven or hell I hope in that debut I'm a go?

Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show

Still long hair, don't care, like a navajo

I'm the hardest sh-t go in your ass and search

I smash this verse, and I swag and surf

No ceilings

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