On Wings Of Song - Wayne Shorter, Феликс Мендельсон

Fuck with me wrong and get hit up

We hit every block and we hit all your men up

She do every squat and she do every sit up

She dance everyday and she pick every bit up

I work everyday and I sip when I get up

You heard what I say, yeah I sip when I get up

And work everyday, I’m a hell of a nigga

Smokin' that loud, it just yell at a nigga

Confidence high, I’m a arrogant nigga

These bitches do not want a regular nigga

My slime got them bricks doing estimates, nigga

That’s numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga

That’s numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga

None of you squares wanna battle lil nigga

Cause shots come from nowhere like, Bop!

Abracadabra, nigga

Hold up

I fuck a clit up on everything

I put some sip up in everything

You hit your bitch up, she never came

She was with me up in Neverland

I hit your clique up and everything

I take two clips up in everything

I’m coming, I’m shooting up everything

I just bought my woman some Vera Wang

I just bought myself Alexander Wang

I just bought myself some new Louis frames

I got 'em prescribed cause I’m blind as fuck

Or is it that I just don’t wanna see you again?

Got 'em prescribed

I got a prescription

I got a prescription

I got a prescription…

I fuck a clit up on everything

Tie my bitch up to the bed frame

22.5 for the Venus

11 flat for the Serena

Drink codeine like it’s Aquafina

My bitch jalapena

I come from Mars, I come from Ms. Cita

Fresh out the womb I knew I was a leader

Who keeping score 'cause I beat 'em

And I got some really big wings

Flying over New Orleans

I pull some really big strings

My wingspan like Yao Ming

My eyes tight like Yao Ming

I smoke some really big greens

I sip the whole sixteen

I saw a mill' at fifteen

And still got really big dreams

Your bitch a really big fiend

Your bitch a really big fan

But I ain’t got no ceilings

I ain’t got no ceilings

I ain’t got no ceilings

I ain’t got no ceilings

Man, what a high

Born to be alive

I’m sippin' lean

And TMZ said I died (damn)

I run with bitch-slappers

Your hate don’t impact us

Our bitches' dick-grabbers

Your bitches' pic-snappers

You just a camera rapper

But we don’t point cameras at you

We point them hammers at you

More bullets than hammer dancers

We take the pineapple

And we fill it with purple, we never settle

We take the Mac-11

We point that bitch straight at your cerebellum

Bah!

Yeah, and this world is mines

Yeah, I’m gettin' mines

Yeah, I’m sippin' lines

Sippin', oh we talkin' lean?

Oh, we talkin' lean?!

Oh, you pourin' up?

Finna fall asleep?!

Look at the smile on me

Spent a couple hundred thou' on it

And the game been drove me crazy

Over hundred thousand miles on me

Damn, said she gonna lie for me

I said you just lied to me

She tell me that’s my pussy

I say bitch you just lied to me

That’s why I fuck 'em all

Still love 'em all

With a rubber off

Cause they husbands' dogs

And to top it off

All the tops is off

And it’s winter season

But the seats is heated

And I got some really big wings

I got a really big regime

Been part of some really big schemes

I just popped a really big bean

I just popped a really big bean

I rock some really big bling

I sleep on a really big king

With a really thick queen

I sleep with a really thick queen

On a really big king

She belt out really big screams

She say I got a really big ting

She say I’m doing really big things

I should be doing really big scenes

On a really big screen

You see, I got really big dreams

And what a grind…

I fuck a clit up on everything

I put some sip up in everything

I put some sip up in everything

I put some sip up in everything

No Ceilings