That’s All I Have Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Tyga & Zipp)
Mixtape: No Ceilings
Year: 2009

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[Verse 1 – Tyga]
Haaa, peekaboo bitch, swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes, flyer than ya bestest shit
Gorillas in the mist, pro black, pump they fist
I’m from the planet of the apes, King Kong clips
Silence lambs bitch
Run through your land tripping
Can’t pretend when this is real as it gets can ya
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I’m living, getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple, laid back, relax your mental
Shit you know what I do, now tell me what you trying get into
The man cars rented, the man car killing
Gossiping man fuck the car look at the man in it
Ha, boys to man business, we don’t hire bitches
Just fire bitches, Young Money fire spitters
Them red X’s with us and they ain’t ate they dinner
Begin to feast, feet lying, fatality finish
I’m killing these records they put me in Guinness
I really don’t give a f-fuck if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I still going to get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot cause bitch I’m serious
Young no beard, get soup
Like gumbo with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
Now let me start by saying I don’t like this beat
But I weather the storm, I’mma lightening streak
Uh, Weezy F Baby, I do it big weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches try to Cirque Du Soleil me
Got some new bitches, Trell got them laughing
The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket
Shot gun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet
Fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon
Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant
I keep a house full nigga call me Bob Saget
Spending time backwards, hotter than a cactus
And we ain’t in the building we the fucking contractors
Y-YM, motherfucker why hate it
Young Money down your throat, you got to stay hydrated
Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady
Open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby
Haha good morning dude, Eagle Street corner Tune
Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna Dune
I’m warning you, we on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden tools
That’s bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flows
Hi-Hip Hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load
I load millions, and more millions
Money to the ceilings, nigga No Ceilings!

[Verse 3 – Zipp]
Step up in this bitch 5 o’clock in the morning
The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning
I’mma get that worm now, tell them it’s my turn now
Y’all niggas need a lesson on some ethic you going learn now
I do this for the love of it, saliva because I love to spit
And I juke it for my future records y’all gon’ love to spin
Fucking with my brethren, 10 years strong
And he put them dreads in silver John Long
But he’s more like platinum, hold up here’s a napkin
Pick your jaw up off the floor, and tuck your tongue right back in
Tell me where is Mack Maine…
That’s all I have

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