Tekster: Lil' Wayne. No Ceiling Mixtape. I Think I Love Her.

now let me start by sayin i don't like this beat,
but i weatha the storm ima lightening streak,
uh, weezy f. baby i do it big weigh me,
dem crazy freaky b***hes tryin to Cirque Du Soleil me,
got some new b***hes trial got em laughin,
the one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket,
shotgun on the kitchen table bullet shells in the cabinet,
f**kin wit me is like steppin on the tail of a dragon,
wet p***y is my cabin more b***hes than a pageant,
i keep a house full nicca call me bob saget,
spendin time backwards hotter than a cactus,
and we aint in the building we the f***in contractors,
Y Y-M motherf***er why hate it,
youngmoney down your throat you gotta stay hydrated,

quarterback weezy young Tom Brady,
open up yo mouth and catch a bomb baby,
good morning dude eagle street corner tune,
long doe no short bread no larnin doon,
im warnin you we on the move,
bunch of female dogs and garden tools,
thats b***hes hoes hospital full,
sick of my flows,
hip hip hop was washed up so i bought some change to finish my load
i load millions and more millions,
money to the ceilings nicca no ceilings ha ha