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letra de millyrokk - lil wayne

[intro: lil wayne]
no ceilings
no ceilings
no ceilings
my ceiling drop, my ceiling drop

[verse 1: lil wayne]
ayy, my milly rock, my milly pop (bop!)
them n-gg-s ain’t hot, they petty wap
sippin’ barney, smokin’ baby bop
she’s performing on the table top
steph curry, boy, i’ll take the shot (bop-bop)
then i’ll pull off and wave goodbye
i’m ready for the war, i’m not afraid to die
my n-gg-s wild like omega psi
my b-tches screamin’ “ooh-la-la”
i tell my demons “k-mbaya”
them sticks go “boo-ya-ka”
make a n-gg- say “uhh na-na-na-na-na”
i got money on my mental
got them n-gg-s in my rear view
i’m a dog, i’m a dog
rottweilin’ on these shih tzu’s
drop dollars on your temple
pop collars like a pistol
drive back and forth for codeine
put some mileage on the rental
money talks like jimmy kimmel
jimmy fallon and jay leno
i’m straight n.o., the u-n-o
fast life, so uptempo
ooh-wee, presidential
in the backwood, eating mentos
smoke that loud like crescendos
rep the mob like de niro
f-cking like a nympho
save her info like a hero
write your name on a bullet
she wrote my name on her d-ld-
smoking on that k!ll though
got me happier than gilmo’
i’m in chill mode, i’m in pill mode
i just f-cked your f-cking ear hole

[interlude: lil wayne]
no ceilings, woah
no ceilings
yeah, two
yeah, two
holler at them b-tches, lucci lou

[verse 2: lucci lou]
give a f-ck about you haters
more concerned with stacking paper
smoking bog and sipping lakers
watch your girl ’cause i can take her
drop the top, no ceilings
as i’m plottin’ on millions
with my n-gg-s in this b-tch
they like “f-ck it lucci, get ’em”
i’m from that east side of new orleans
polo t’s and jordans
where n-gg-s dream to push foreigns
and all the hoes want ballers
i got the cheapest price on pearly white
if you need it, n-gg-, just call us
long as you talking them dollars
i got it, n-gg-, just holler
still no job – b-tch, i ain’t hurtin’
put a ho on the stroll and told her “get to workin'”
she dropped a xanny in his drink, the rolly in her purse
then brought it back to daddy, man i swear this pimpin’ work
i pop the clutch and hit the gas, i love the way it skrrt
she popped a bean and poppin’ -ss, can’t keep it in her skirt
i beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings
it’s lucci lou and tunechi, n-gg-, no ceilings

[verse 3: turk]
no ceilings, bih, like an astronaut
turk and wayne back at it, n-gg-, we ain’t gon’ stop
thuggin’ n-gg-, it’s thug life, 2pac
my youngin with me, they stay strapped with two glocks
i’m molly turnt, but so uptown, throwing threes up like slime
pussy n-gg- keep hating on me, keep hating, i ain’t got time
too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind
f-ck you and your favors, know you seen my grind
i kicked the habit, never thought i could
that shit had me since fourteen
i was shooting up, n-gg-, on tour, f-cking up my dreams
f-cking off my green, f-cking off with these hoes
could’ve died over a million times, i swear only god knows
now i’m back n-gg-, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let’s eat
tell you pussy n-gg-s that slept on me
“hope you b-tches die in your sleep”
free my brother bg
i’ma scream the shit til he hit the streets
til my brother ralo rip, i got that n-gg-
that’s ynt

[outro: turk]
no ceilings, yeah, n-gg-, n-gg-
no ceilings, yeah, f-ck with me it be a k!llin’
yeah, young turk, n-gg-
i’m mister ynt, n-gg-

- lil wayne

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