Ice Cream Paint Job - Lil Wayne [No Ceilings] {Lyrics} (2009)

DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT OWN OR CLAIM THIS SONG IN ANY WAY ***NO COPY INFRINGEMENT INTENDED***

young money syrup in the big shot
time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Pull the gun sideways like O-dog
Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like roll call
Pain killers got a nigga bout to doze off
Big shit nigga talk big shit nigga
Big bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga
Money spread like germs, get sick nigga
Yeah, and fuck them other niggas
1-900 who want it I deliver
Concrete shoes won't help in a river
I don't care if you was Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher than the mother fuckin Alps my nigga
I'm flyer than the mother fuckin Stilt my nigga
Young Money Shit Top Shelf my nigga
We the mother fuckers like milf my nigga
Flow like syringes yeah I'm in my mode, got a code like da Vinci's
I was in the trenches now I'm in the trump and everybody watch your back when you're in the front
You ain't never safe stop plain wit a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend a girl over, put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles
Why thank you if you's a hater
I'm eating you's a waiter
Pistol on my hip--Tomb Raider
Holla at ya gwalla sue em later
Young tomb nigga
Typhoon nigga
And if you think it's sweet, bye room nigga
Damnu nigga, I'm on my game shit
She give me good brain like she studied at Camebridge
Lighting up a mother fuckin blunt
Stupid fruity swag like a mother fuckin runt
And I be with my dog like mother fuck a hunting
Every day of the week is the first of the month
Thought of Marvin Gay with the diamonds in his face
Cant tell the time cuz the diamonds in the face
We can get it poppin like a semi-automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted
Big money attict
Runnin this shit now i'm feelin athletic
I'm on a boat bitch getting sea sick
Stop plain I'm fresher than a Degree stick
Street shit well of coarse
I smoke mad weed I'm on my high horse
Please don't shoot me down
I land feet flat
And walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Ha, I need a massage
And when it come to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, Nigga just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller, don't tell me nothin
Kush so strong you can smell me comin
Bitch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think yall kick it well boy we punting
Young Money baby we the shit weak stomachs
No Ceilings

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• lil
• wayne
• ice
• cream
• paint
• job
• remix
• no
• ceilings
• exclusive
• lyrics
• 2009
• weezy

[gabbygirl112]

he really is fresher than a degree stick :) haha

[MrMakemebad25]

Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga

[KkaylaJjanes]

SPRANKLES. :D

[ItsNikkoJohnson]

i freestyled dis beat and murdered it !! checkout my channel

[kklolmpmy]

im all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles! :)

[STILLDILL51015]

im on my HIGH HORSE!!!!!!

[Msneoncolor1]

man i like this by g dog rene murillo

[Xtheskater214X]

money does get spread for him lik germs

[spyko247]

@wooww27 Hhaheha LOL

[austin1324ful]

i dont give a fuck if u a mickle phelps my nigger