Lil Wayne – Banned Lyrics

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"Banned." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 11:55 pm

Album: No Ceilings

Track No: 05

Ayo, it's Weezy motherfuckin', easy with the hatin'
Bitch, I'm in the buildin', you just decoratin'
I'm just detonatin', then I get blatant
More dangerous than Internet datin'
Scoob got the cameras on, so I got to show off
I'll put your sister on, I'll knock your bro off
Weezy spit snowballs, catch it in your face, bitch
Good game, Wayne, man, I deserve a Naismith
Cocaine gang flow, dope in the vein flow
I'll only be smokin' the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Drano, your boyfriend a lame-o
And if you stay with him, then y'all in the same boat
Deepwater Carter, fishin' for a dollar
You can join the salad, I'm splittin' your tomata
Ball 'cause I gotta, you'll love me in the mornin'
I told her I'm a King, them other **** Prince Charmin'
She love to rock my mic, she say there's nothin' like performin'
Man, I'm in love with her grill, George Foreman
Forewarnin', Young Money's armed
And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn
Yeah, take that to the bank wit' ya
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures
Smoke weed, talk shit like Lane Kiffin
Whole country in recession, but Wayne different, uh
And I'm a Maybach rider
Haven't drove it one time, I got a cool black driver
Can't walk around with guns, I got a dude that got 'em
Don't worry if I'm shootin' as long as you don't get shot
And I'm a beast, I'ma pit bull
I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled
I'ma beast, I'ma big bull
I got my money right, I got my clip full, ha
Yeah, it's like seven in the mornin', ****
I'm up for whoever the opponent, ****
Stop the track, let me relish in the moment, ****
Now bring that motherfucker back, 'cause I'm goin' in, ****
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the bitches worth havin' then I bet we have 'em all
And man, I'm so high, it's like an everlastin' fall
And I'm chargin' these hoes like women basketball
Uh, I bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite
Superhero car, like I crime fight
I see big cheese, you ****' blind mice
Uh, T-Streets still roll with me
Still stickin' to the script, like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit? We are those hitmen
He stopped runnin', the bullet holes didn't
Uh, basically, I'm still a monster
Till the fat lady sing, I come to kill a opera
Y'all too plain, I'ma helicopter
My words keep goin', like a teleprompter
I'ma asshole, wipe me down, bitch
I get big checks, Niketown, bitch
Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit
And the flag red, like clown lips
Uh, T, I can't stop goin'
Drop my best shit, like the Cowboys dropped Owens
I'm the best to ever do it, motherfucker, I know it
No Ceilings, goddammit, now the fuckin' sky's showin', uh

Writer(s): Jason Phillips, David Styles, Christopher Rios, Kasseem Dean, Jermain Anthony Baxter, Cameron Giles & Victor Santiago.

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