Lil Wayne - Swag Surfing lyrics

No ceilings.. o o ok, i got this chrome on this bugatti Im strong in this bugatti 2 v8s aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti b**h Im bad Im worse Ill pa** the purp dont f-ck with me cuz right now im 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 ill snatch her purse Ok i spazz, i curse u last, im first im on ur a** like dirt behind that cash, get murk im talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list n-gga whats the matter? check ur bladder im the sh-t piss n-gga shoot the witness, n-gga hold court in the streets and convict this n-gga oh d-ckless n-gga man im runnin with the blucka young money muthaf-cka u bet we gon do our thing well aint it sunny in the summer and we coming for the comers and whoever among us and u kno imma bust my a** until my crew very humongous I said T.I hold ya head and Mack hold ya head wish i could but i cant say some other names cuz of the feds and to my bloods, code red man u know how we plead and if it cost to be the boss, oh well i guess i gotta pay im a New Orleans n-gga, i dont take no sh-t take the brain off the whip now it dont make no sense stunt hard on these b-tches i aint promise tomorrow now women kickin it with me like Nomar Garciaparra Few grow them k**er plants, the lil tune shop of horror(?) and we roll them b-tches thick, make them look like Tocara? man im 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 live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard i just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard quarter back shot gun, you dont 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 im thirty feet tall Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls and the Porche 911 like emergency calls man i just be chillin, im cool like Lou Rawls? young money in the building, im 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 aint f-cking wit cha watch me shoot to the bank, im a money pistol weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston red bone do me good then her friend, her sister i mean her b**h, 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 dont know east side who i do it for, eagle street right by the store katrina wiped the city out but couldnt f-ck wit holly grove lost some real n***as i knew from a long time ago but heaven or hell im hopin that they be where ima go take a n***a gal and make her come give me a private show still long hair, dont care, like a navajo im the hardest sh-t go in ur a** and search i smash this verse, and i swag and surf NO CEILINGS AHAH