Lil Wayne - Watch My Shoes Lyrics

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Uploaded by on May 18, 2010

as promised here are the lyrics

Okay, No ceilings mutha fucka good mornin
Dick in ya mouth while ya yawnin, im goin in
Gudda why they started me, Marley why they started me
Ill bring it to ya front door like ya ordered me
Back in this bitch, but a lot more rich
On my Papa bear shit, need hot porridge
Gotta lot more shit than you can ever fathom
A big head nigga couldnt even imagine
The shit I do, most doers never done
Imma fuck this beat, ya bitch you better cum
Bet I run this shit, I dont run from shit
I still b-beat your ass like a fuckin drumstick
Weezy fuckin baby baby, make the ladies cum quick
The money cant fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit
And Im so unfit cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers aint shit I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow, like a turtle round this hoe
And Im flyer than the highest flyin bird around this hoe
Whats the word around this hoe? You get served around this hoe
Yeah you get served like a fuckin orderve around this hoe
I dont splurge around no hoe no I dont shine in front no bitch
Cause after she get off my dick I be like find the front door bitch
I dont know why and the fuck yo bitch keep comin by
I done fucked yo bitch a hundred times
What the fuck yo bitch got on her mind? My fuckin dick
I call her dickhead, spicy like a Big Red
Stripe ya like a big head, yo flow sick my shit dead
Sillier than Big Ced, Soulja Boi, and Arab
You should see my 11 year old daughter do they dance
I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Naes dad
Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland
We are not the same I am a martian this is SpaceJam
No Ceilings, R.I.P, Amen
Mutha fuckin cavemen, beatin on my chest
Young Money, Cash Money, and Im eatin all the rest
Nigga no offense, sorry if ya offended
Ridin high like Im on 54 inches
Man Id rather chill with 54 bitches
She chill, how she chill, like an Eskimo, L-lets get mo, lets get mo bitches
And I be like, lets get mo bitches
Mr. officer stop arrestin yo bitches
Stop letting the messy hoes mess with yo business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip hop Walt Disney
Sheesh, gosh, osh, kosh, beegosh
Smokin on the Bob Marley listenin to peekosh
I-I-I do me, no I do three, at A-T, I-M-E
Why when we, say we Young Moula
The bitches leave yall, and relay run to us
And payday comes sooner, than later round here
And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here
Hey! You better stop the hate around there
Before Tommy, Mack, and Nina debate around there
Yeah, you see it in my face I dont care
Hold court here, and trial, and the case around there
Im the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet
Everybody wanna be fly but dont know where their wings at
Huuu. Had to pause for a minute
Now Im right back in it like the draws of the women
On the scale of 1-10, and my girl be a 20
My girl so bad, make a nigga think hes sinning
My goons so pretty, my goons is so wit me
Haters gotta go on itunes to go get me
Gators by the door, baboons, and those grizzlies
All come out in me when im on the microphone.. Ending
Mic check 2,3 Im different like blue pee
And my girls be half-naked like Betty Boopy
Like a hoopty, man the boy been ridin
And I aint gassed up cause Im more like a hybrid
You think Im stuntin but no Im just survivin
And Ive been here but my soul is just arrivin
Look up in the air, its a crow, its a robin
No Ceilings, full dose, Im prescribing
Medication free, if a meditation be, smoke some better tastin weed
Than youll ever taste or see, S-H-A-R-P
As a tack, hotter than, ridin through the desert on a camal back
I done been, ridin through whereever with the hammer strapped (I aint lyin)
I can do whatever if Im planning that
So I got my guns, lets dance, like Fanny Pack
Then we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammys back
Mock yo bitch, where ya mutha fuckin family at?
Call my nigga Gudda if you tryna get yo mammy back
All up in another nigga woman I be rammin that
Seein through these see-through niggas like they're laminate
Hip hops so contaminant, I swear just examine it
And once I show philanthropists the guide to these evangelists
I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami though
I act so New Orleans, yes I go so pistachios
Daddy I go nuts on any beat they throw at me, and the bitches they throw at me
Do you know what they throw at me? Hahaha
No Ceilings

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  • If You Think You R Better You Arent ..............Just Makin Sure

  • thanks

  • Wayne Is GOD

  • The shit i do most do in never done

  • weezys the best

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