YM Wasted

Lyrics

Ha...
 Take it, FATBOI
 No Ceilings
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 Uh
 Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
 President got 'em in the White House naked
 Looked at the clock and it said, "Right now"
 Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial
 Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass
 Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass
 Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back
 Bugatti, matte black, "Where they do that at?"
 South Beach Miami, hoe, I'm probably with Tammy To'
 My life is a video and the women want they cameo
 I just want them pantyhose, and I'm higher than Geronimo
 And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical
 Now pop that pussy like a 4-4
 I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low-blow
 It's Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest
 We done put them other niggas on a hiatus
 Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data
 'Cause I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter
 I make my girl cum first then I arrive later
 I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator
 Haha, get-getting money like hell yeah
 This shit's so good it don't even smell bad
 And you can tell Dad that I'm a motherfucker
 You niggas best not slip, Ice Road Truckers
 Light pole barrel, chopper stupid long
 New Orleans nigga, I get Super-dome
 Loyal to the game, the game been good to me
 Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me
 Ha, we on nigga; let- let them hoes know
 Young Money lay 'em down like old folks
 You coming with it? We coming for it
 Plenty to go around, now watch the money orbit
 Real shit people now just absorb it
 I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring
 And I got so much swag I need an ad for it
 And I don't like to brag so my bitches brag for me
 Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming
 She give me hot head, I call it global warming
 If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now
 I-I am more animal than the zoo allow
 Put me in the wild, I'll be there for a while
 You niggas little league, call 'em Curaçao
 Energizer money, it keep going
 I'm laid up, I'm free throwing
 Who rebounding? Who gives a shit?
 Fuck that, I got 27 years of this
 Hit or miss, I hit your Missus
 You are local news, I'm 60 Minutes
 I-I hit the target, I hit the witness
 I work out in my office, guess I'm fit for business
 Too many visions, completed missions
 Still icing out crosses, keep it Christian
 We consistent, the streets commend it
 Weezy F. Baby, the 'F' is for 'Forensics'
 From start to finish, Usain Wayne
 Okay, you're doing your thing? Well things change
 You Plain Jane, I'm diverse
 I save the world second, and I get high first
 I'm a mind freak, check my time sheet
 Bitch, I bring the noise, where the lions sleep
 Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy
 I'm always good, like Grandma cookies
 Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer
 It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer
 She going down like the hands on my time-ticker
 I'm always strapped, Vietnam, nigga
 We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose
 We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose
 Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows
 Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes
 It's Young Money, baby, and the building grows
 As we look up, where did the ceilings go?
 Haha
 No Ceilings
 

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Duration
04:13
Key
11
Tempo
155 BPM

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