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Ayo, check this out, it's DJ Khaled And this is No Ceilings 3 They try to put a ceilin' on our greatness So we took the fucking ceilin' off We took the fucking ceilin' off It's Little Wayne, and this is... Another one Yeah, uh First she straight, now the bitch bi-curious Booty out the A, but face from Honduras Pull up to them gates, say I'm livin' luxurious I fuck her, then I tell her get lost like a tourist I went to the Middle East, came back with a Lamb' Back with some money, came back with some grams Fly your bitch to the beach, she come back with a tan Comе back with no money, come back with some sand Dog, I bе at home all day poppin' illys See how long it take to count a million Bitch, if you make me lose count, I'ma kill ya Hoppin' out a G-Wagon, gotta be a six wheeler Young Tune nigga put a deal in yo' base She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, uh Letras de canciones Young Tune, nigga, I'll wipe yo' bitch Best rapper alive, I write yo' shit All that cappin', I'll wipe yo' lips Lil' pussy-ass nigga shoot you right in yo' clit, yeah I'ma turn up a little more this time People used to say "That boy, he before his time" I already know what you did last summer I was standin' out the sun and lettin' my woah and them shine Paul Smith robe on the floor but it's fine Two tone AP on, I'm bust Rose gold Hublot lookin' like rust All black Hublot lookin' like us Clear white diamonds, lookin' like pus Watch face look like a motherfucking pizza And I got all diamonds all in the crust Thinkin' I might, no nigga, I must Keep a Hot Boy with me, I got love for BG The feds tryna lock me up like the BG I told my old lady if they do, she could leave She said "Bae, shut the fuck up, you sound brazy That shit gon' work out like it's personal training" I say "Amen", oh, and she say "Fuck yeah" Weighing my options, I broke out the scale Weighing my options, I feel like a whale My pockets on blubber, the socket unplugger Bah-bah-bah-bah, he not gon' recover Dead bodies on top of each other Look like they six-nining each other At first, I was playin', now this shit got serious Shots hit that man in the middle of his ears Five hundred grand, to make an appearance I need that a week in advance for clearance I just got mad at one of my shooters 'Cause I told his ass that we don't shoot no children That shit is bad and fuck up my spirit That nigga laugh, I say, "Bruh you a terrorist" Extended barrel, the one with the holes Don't fuck with me, I am not one of your bros Quadruple my money, don't count what I grow It's gotta be the trucker but I hop in a Rolls Young Money, nigga, that's my DNA I look like a lion and act like an ape Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get ate Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we ate Young tune niggas put a deal on yo' base She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, No Ceilings Young Money, OVO Light yo' spliff up Fucking big head spliff Huh, Lil Wayne and Drake Pon yo' head, let's go From Letras Mania