Lil Wayne - Fresh lyrics

No Ceilings 2, No Ceilings dos No Ceilings bis**ual, that means two Freaky! Here we go! Tunechi in the buildin' His house ain't got no ceilin' These hoes, they catchin' feelings We 'bout to make a billion Stop that b**h Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune Step up to the mic, n***a Get that b**h right, n***a Step up to the mic, n***a Get that b**h right, n***a Tunechi No Ceilings 2, No Ceilings 2 Next to Lil' Tunechi, you are so minuscule So pitiful, dope in the spoon 'Bout to go grizzly bear, no Winnie Pooh Tunechi Gun under table, hand on the Bible My homies on my side, oh you dead on the Bible I'm tatted up, I'm tribal, and I'm duckin' trial I used to throw my money away, now I recycle Shout out to the Vice Lords and the Disciples That's that gang talk, you need subtitles We send his Scud Missile, your b**h in love with us We sippin' mud, sippers, more cane than a cripple Look I am nobody 'cause nobody's perfect Abracadabra, I make a hoe out a virgin I treat her like a servant, thanks for your service I'm cold like sherbet, got it sewed up like a surgeon It's me and Mannie Fresh back together, b**h we mergin' The jokes on them and we smirkin' Man f** them n***as, they hurtin' She deep throat like a serpent I stole out too many purses Got too many b**hes flirtin' It's No Ceilings 2, curtains Tunechi in the buildin' His house ain't got no ceilin' These hoes, they catchin' feelings We 'bout to make a billion Stop that b**h Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune Step up to the mic, n***a Get that b**h right, n***a Step up to the mic, n***a Get that b**h right, n***a