"Watch My Shoes" as written by and Dwayne Carter....
No ceilings motherfucker 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'ma 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 cos 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 flier 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'ordeurve around this hoe,
I don't slurge around no hoe, no I don't shine in front no bitch,
Cos 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
And I fuck your bitch a hundred 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 did, 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, moth'fucking cave man
Beating on my chest Young Money Cash Money,
And I'm eating all the rest nigga no offense,
Sorry if your offended,
Riding high like I'm on fifty four inches,
Man I'd rather chill with fifty four bitches,
Chi-chill like chi-chill like an Eskimo
Lets get mo, lets get mo bitches
And I be like lets get mo bitches,
Mr officer stop arresting your bitches,
Stop let the messy hoes mess with yo business,
Mickey mouse cheese, hip hop Walt Disney,
Shesh gosh Oshkosh B'gosh, smokin' on that Bob Marley,
Listening to Pete Tosh,
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,
Everybody want be fly but don't know where there wings at,
Ah hu

Had to pause for a minute
And I'm right back in it like the draws of the woman,
On a scale of one to ten and my girl be a twenty,
My girls so bad make a nigga think he sinning,
My goons so pretty my goons are so with me,
Haters got to go on iTunes to go get me
Gaters by the doors, baboons and those grizzly's
All come at 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 aint gas'd up because I'm more like a hybrid,
You think I'm stunting 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 tac 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 lets dance like fanny pack,
And we cooked the hard, cut the soft and bring the... back,
Mafio bitch where you muthf-cking family at,
Call my nigga gudda if you trying to get your mami back,
All up in another nigga woman I be ramming that,
Seeing through these see through niggas like their laminate,
Hip hop so contaminate, I swear just examine that,
If I'm such a philanthropist the god to these evangelists,
I dress all Los Angeles but I love miami though,
I am so New Orleans yes I grew pistachios,
Dat mean 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


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"Watch My Shoes" as written by Dwayne Carter

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    General Commentno ceilings motherfucker goodmorning
    dick in your mouth why you yawning
    im going in, gudda why they started me
    marley why they started me
    i'll bring you to your front door like you ordered me
    back in this bitch but a lot more rich
    on my papa bear shit, need hot porridge
    got a lot more shit than you can ever fathom
    a big head nigga couldn't even imagine
    the shit i do most doers never done
    ima fuck this beat, your bitch who you better come
    better run this shit, i dont run from shit
    i still beat your ass like a fucking drumstick
    weezy fucking baby baby make the ladies come quick
    the money cant fit in my pockets but i bet that gun fit
    and im 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 around this hoe
    and im flyer than the highest flying bird around this hoe
    whats the word around this hoe
    you get served around this hoe
    yeah you get served like a fucking h’ordeurve around this hoe
    i dont splurge around no hoe, no i dont shine in front no bitch
    'cause after she get off my dick i be like find the front door bitch
    i dont know why the fuck your bitch keep coming by and i fuck your bitch 100 times
    what the fuck your bitch got on her mind, my fucking dick
    i call her dickhead, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bichead
    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 nays dad
    gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland
    we are not the same, im a martian, this is space jam
    no ceilings R-I-P amen, mothafuckin caveman
    beating on my chest young money cash money
    and im eating all the rest nigga no offence
    sorry if youre offended
    riding high like im on 54 inches
    man id rather chill with 54 bitches
    chi-chill like chi-chill like an eskimo
    le-lets get mo lets get mo bitches
    and i be like lets get mo bitches
    mr. officer stop arresting your bitches
    stop let the messy hos mess wit yo business
    mickey mouse cheese, hip hop walt disney
    sheesh gosh oshkosh b'gosh smokin on that bob marley listenin to pete tosh
    i do me, no i do three
    at A-T-I-M-E why when we say we young mula
    the bitches leave yall and relay run to us
    and payday comes sooner than later around here
    and you see my sharks like they 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
    im the best thing yet i know i got that thing wet
    errbody want to be fly but dont know where they wings at

    ah hu

    had to pause for a minute
    now im right back in it like the draws of the women
    on a scale of 1-10 and my girl be a 20
    my girls so bad, make a nigga think he sinnin
    my goons so pretty my goons are so with me
    haters got to go on itunes to go get me
    gaters by the doors, baboons and those grizzlys
    all come out me when im on the microphone (empty)
    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 ridin
    and i aint gasd up 'cause im more like a hybrid
    you think im stuntin but no im just survivin
    and ive been here but my soul is just arrivin
    look up in the air, its a crow, its a robin
    no ceilings full dose im prescribin medication free and for meditation we
    smoke some better tasting weed that youll ever taste or see
    S-H-A-R-P as a tac hotter than ridin through the desert on a camel back
    i done been ridin through wherever with the hammer strapped
    i aint lyin i could do whatever if im plannin that
    so i got my guns lets dance like fanny pack
    and we cooked that hard cut the soft bring the wammys back
    mafio bitch where yo mothafuckin family at
    call my nigga gudda if you tryna get your mami back
    all up in another nigga woman i be rammin that
    seein through these see through niggas like the laminate
    hip hop so contaminate i swear just examine it
    if im such a philanthropist the god to these evangelists
    i dress all los angeles but i love miami though
    i am so new orleans, yes i grew pistachios
    that means i go nuts on any beat they throw at me
    and the bitches is so at me
    and you know what they throw at me





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