Lil Wayne – YM Wasted Lyrics

Lil Wayne – YM Wasted Lyrics
YM Wasted
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    "YM Wasted." - Lil Wayne

    Album: No Ceilings Tunechi - EP
    Track No: 03
    (Take it FATBOI)
    No Ceilings
    Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
    President got 'em in the White House naked
    Looked at the clock and it say 'Right now'
    Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial
    Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass
    Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass
    Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back
    Bugatti matte black, "Where they do that at?"
    South Beach Miami, ho, I'm probably with Tammy To'
    My life is a video and the women want they cameo
    I just want them pantyhose, and I'm higher than Geronimo
    And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical
    Now pop that pussy like a .44
    I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low-blow
    It's Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest
    We done put them other **** on a hiatus
    Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data
    'Cause I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter
    I make my girl cum first then I arrive later
    I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator
    Haha, get-getting money like hell yeah
    This shit's so good it don't even smell bad
    And you can tell Dad that I'm a motherfucker
    You **** best not slip, Ice Road Truckers
    Light pole barrel, chopper stupid long
    New Orleans ****, I get Super-dome
    Loyal to the game, the game been good to me
    Still spitting fire, you **** wood to me
    Ha, we on, ****; let-let them hoes know
    Young Money lay 'em down like old folks
    You coming with it? We coming for it
    Plenty to go around, now watch the money orbit
    Real shit, people; now just absorb it
    I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring
    And I got so much swag I need an ad for it
    And I don't like to brag so my bitches brag for me
    Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming
    She give me hot head, I call it global warming
    If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now
    I am more animal than the zoo allow
    Put me in the wild, I'll be there for a while
    You **** little league, call 'em Curaçao
    Energizer money, it keep going
    I'm laid up, I'm free throwing
    Who rebounding? Who gives a shit?
    Fuck that, I got 27 years of this
    Hit or miss, I hit your Missus
    You are local news, I'm 60 Minutes
    I hit the target, I hit the witness
    I work out in my office, guess I'm fit for business
    Too many visions, completed missions
    Still icing out crosses, keep it Christian
    We consistent, the streets commend it
    Weezy F. Baby, the 'F' is for 'Forensics'
    From start to finish, Usain Wayne
    OK, you're doing your thang, well things change
    You Plain Jane, I'm diverse
    I save the world second, and I get high first
    I'm a mind freak, check my time sheet
    Bitch, I bring the noise, where the lions sleep
    Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy
    I'm always good, like Grandma cookies
    Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer
    It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer
    She going down like the hands on my time-ticker
    I'm always strapped; Vietnam, ****
    We are fine, ****, like Amber Rose
    We ball, ****, like Jalen Rose
    Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows
    Label me the hardest **** in civilian clothes
    It's Young Money, baby, and the building grows
    As we look up, where did the ceilings go?
    No Ceilings

    Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Radric Davis, LaDamon Douglas & Algernod Washington.

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