Watch My Shoes Lyrics

No ceilings muthafucker good morning,
Dick in your mouth while you yawning,
I'm goin' in, Gudda why they started me,
Marley why they started me,
I'll bring you to the front door like you ordered me,
Back in this bitch but a lot more rich,
On my poppa bear shit, need hot porridge,
Gotta a lot more shit than you could ever fathom,
A big head nigga couldn't even imagine,
The shit I do, most doer's never done,
I'm a fuck this beat, your bitch who you better come,
Better run this shit, I don't run from shit,
I still beat your ass like a fucking drumstick,
Weezy fucking baby baby make the ladies come quick,
The money can't fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit,
And I'm so unfit cause all I eat is rappers,
And these rappers ain't shit I like my fast food faster,
Syrup got me slow like a turtle round' this hoe,
And I'm flyer than the highest flying bird around this hoe,
What's the word around this hoe, you get served around this hoe,
Yeah you get served like a fucking h'ordeuvre around this hoe,
I don't splurge around no hoe, no I don't shine in front no bitch,
Cause after she get off my dick I be like find the front door bitch,
I don't know why the fuck your bitch keep coming by,
I done fucked your bitch 100 times, what the fuck your bitch got on her mind,
My fucking dick,
I call her dick head, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bic head
Your flow sick, my shit dead, sillier than Vic said, Soulja Boy and Arab,
You should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance,
I call it the nay nay dance proud to be nay nay's dad,
Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland,
We are not the same, I am a martian, this is space jam,
No ceilings R-I-P a man, muthafucking cave man
Beating on my chest Young Money Cash Money,
And I'm eating all the rest, nigga no o-ffense,
Sorry if your o-ffended,
Riding high like I'm on 54 inches,
Man I'd rather chill with 54 bitches,
Chi-chill like chi-chill like an Eskimo
Le-let's get mo', let's get mo bitches
And I be like let's get mo' bitches,
Mr. officer stop arresting yo' bitches,
Stop letting the messy hoes mess with yo' business,
Mickey mouse cheese, hip hop Walt Disney,
Sheesh gosh Oshkosh B'gosh, smokin' on that Bob Marley,
Listening to Pete Tosh,
I-I-I do me, no I do three,
At a t-I-m-e, why when we say we young mula,
The bitches leave y'all and relay run to us,
And payday comes sooner than later round here,
You see my sharks like I 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 don't care,
Whole court hearing trial and the case around there,
I'm the best thing yet I know I got that thing wet,
Errbody want be fly but don't know where there wings at,
Huu...

Had to pause for a minute now I'm right back in it like the draws of the woman,
On a scale of 1 a 10 and my girl be a 20,
My girls so bad make a nigga think he sinning,
My goons so gritty my goons are so with me,
Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
Gaters by the doors, baboons and those grizzly's
All come out me when I'm on the microphone in the,
Mic check 2-3, I'm different like blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop Be
Like a hoopty, man the boy been riding
And I ain't gassed up because I'm more like a hybrid,
You think I'm stunting but no I'm just surviving,
And I've been here but my soul is just arriving,
Look up in the air, it's a crow it's a robin,
No ceilings full dose I'm prescribing,
Medication free and for meditation we smoke
Some better tasting weed That you'll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P as tack hotter than
Riding through a dessert on a camel back,
I done bin riding through wherever with the hammer strapped,
I ain't lying, I can do whatever if I'm planning that,
So I got my guns let's dance like fanny pack,
And we cooked the hard, cut the soft and bring the whammies back,
Mafio bitch where you muthafucking family at,
Call my n-gga gudda if you trying to get your mami back,
All up in another n-gga woman I be ramming that,
Seeing through these see through niggas like they're laminate,
Hip hop so contaminate, I swear just examine that,
If I'm such a philanthropist the god to these evangelists,
I dress so Los Angeles but I love Miami though,
I act so New Or-leans yes I go pistachios,
Dat means I go nuts at any beat they throw at me,
And the bitches is so at me,
And you know what they throw at me
Huhaha...

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