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FarmVille Cheats, Tips: Stacking Fences video Tutorial

Make your FarmVille farm to stand out from the millions out there. The below two Youtube video tutorials will show you How to Stack Fences in Farmville.

Farmville Stacking
Farmville Stacking is a way of decorating your farm, giving your farm a different look from the traditional farm in Farmville. It is also the process of stacking Farmville elements to create an illusion that items are stacked on top of each other. This Farm-ville Trick gives your farm a unique look.

Here’s a sample photo that gives you the illusion of a higher level like a hill and the crops are on the ground in the farmville game. you can see how the clever use of the stacking technique in Farmville was used to make it seem that some levels of the farm are elevated. You will see it seems the part of the farm's land seems elevated with the aid of "stacked" fences and hay.

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How to Stack Fences in Farmville..?

All you need to do is to place multiple fences behind one another and align the posts of the fences. Watch this video tutorial on Stacking Fences in Farmville. This video is just the basic idea for you to know how, from there, it is your imagination that would guide you on how you want your farm to look like.



Note:
1. To perform Stacking Trick, You must understand that you are not actually stacks items up.

How to Stack Hay Bales..?

The above same technique can also be applied to hay bales. First create a few rows of hay bales, then, when placing the next row, move the cursor up from the ground, and place the bales. The hay bales will then appear suspended above the ground and will look stacked. Get a visual demo on stacking hay in the video below.

Lil Wayne : Oh Lets Do It Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Oh Lets Do It Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
I got young money up,
and now I got my feet up,
tune in this b*tch tell my n*ggas throw them B’ up
doing what the f*ck I want,
hate me all the f*ck you want,
real n*ggas f*ck with me and I don’t give a f*ck who don’t,
lock the CEO up,
and Im the CEO f*ck,
Prison in February and I aint in no rush,
drink till I throw up,
n*gga roll more blunts,
ball so hard n*gga I gotta go pro once,
hit em with the shot gun,
call that sh*t the stop button,
call me doctor carter,
aka young wild n*gga,
aka no trial n*gga,
AK click clack blaw n*gga,
f*cking with the kid and you’ll be missing like Bilal n*gga,
yeaaaaah, haha,
swagger stupid,
pack a Uzi,
hundred clips n*gga,
dats amovie,
aim at toupee,
you sweet as cool aid,
creme brulee,
Im sharp as blueray,
I f*ck her today,
then she gotta skate,
young lupe,
I hit the beat hard,
Bobby Boucher
I keep them tools on me,
get the screwface,
flowers for the dead,
heres a bouquet,
LV’s n*gga on every suitcase,
YM n*gga its a new day,
we the champions n*gga hoo*ray
yeah, hammer in the Louie duff,
take a n*gga b*tch she gave me brains until I knew enough,
bullet come too fast to adjust,
i don’t give a f*ck about my roof that much,
so put it in my trunk and then the coupe sped up,
take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up,
I’m Weezy F and the F is for Flame,
eat these rappers chef of the game,
sh*t on the track, sh*t on the train,
murder the beat, the beat was slain,
rest in peace, thats a shame,
he kill anybody song,
versatile as f*ck I switch it up,
like Dennis Rodman’s dome,
no homo you rock and roll,
rest in peace my Styrofoam,
now they won’t know what I be on,
get the f*ck off my d*ck my cock my balls,
nig money my pockets long,
new orleans I got my home,
and they got my back pause,
no homo, no maricone,
smoking on that private grown,
he put me where I belong,
all about my cheese, chedder, mozzarella, provolone,
f*ck her for an hour long,
let her take a shower go,
sorry baby but I’m in the ‘I dont wan be bothered’ zone,
yeah,
your a groupie,
get on your dooday,
2 women give me head,
call that two faced,
b*tch Im too great,
take your food tray,
I was born on doomsday,
aint no n*gga like me,
whats up to my gang,
big B’s like a Breitling,
take a n*gga b*tch she ride my d*ck like she cycling,
then she can’t walk, run, jump like white men,
uhh, f*ck you n*ggas wan do,
no ceilings let the bullets rain on you,
Weezy F the F is for F*ck what you gon do,
make you people mourn you,
hehe, ok lets do it,
[End]

Lil Wayne – Single Lyrics (No Ceilings)

Lil Wayne – Single Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
uh, Camo shorts and bubble Kush,
we can talk she’d rather fuss,
this and that bout such and such,
damn where is the f*cking trust,
im tired of the hoop and holler’n,
Im bout to take the coupe to collins,
uh, then take a female to the Island,
uh then take her clothes off and do the honours,
yeah now she hearing with them other b*tches,
yeah, I told her mind her f*cking business,
sh*t she prol out here f*cking n*ggas,
im f*cking her friends now her friends aint even f*cking with her,
damn she text me all day and night,
so pissed off she aint even spelling sh*t right,
i text her back, tell her its life,
now somebody tell them hoes, I’m single for the night,

[Chorus]
yeah Im single,
n*gga had to cancel that b*tch like nino,
i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b*tch for me,
and I’m single,
yeah Im single,
and Im single,
tonite Im single
and i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b*tch for me,
tonite,

[Verse 2]
Dreads braided to the back,
im chilling but my swag on full attack,
and my girl acting like a brat,
so when she call, i don’t answer I just write her back,
she hate it when I do that sh*t,
and I when get home she go through my sh*t,
she call numbers back to see who that is,
man I hate it when she do that sh*t,
polo t*shirt, polo draws,
now make me take this polo off,
girl you can get broken off,
yeah I f*ck you for an hour than I smoke it off,
swimming trunks and bathing suits,
they go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth,
dont wanna fuss, aint tryna fight,
man somebody tell em hoes I’m single for the night,

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Uhh, now she got on her f*ck em dress,
and I got on my double breast,
uh, and he been fussing all day with her,
and I make her feel special like a place kicker,
she wanna be weezy f baby sitter,
say she wish she could cut my d*ck off and take it with her,
I say hold on,
she say she just playing,
then I falls in that p*ssy like quick sand,
uh, hot sex and cold wine,
she left that n*gga hanging like a clothes line,
i cut my phones off, both lines,
its bout to get nasty, pork rinds,
she came hard both times,
we both say we single,
and we both lying,
we both wrong but it feel right,
put your hands up if you single for the night,
put your hands up if you single,

[Chorus]
[End]

Lil Wayne Sweet Dreams Lyrics Ft Nicki Minaj, Beyonce

[Beyonce]
Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I’ll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes
I’m going’ outta my head
Lost in a fairytale
Can you hold my hands and be my guide


Clouds filled with stars cover your skies
And I hope it rains
You’re the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this

[Chorus]
You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true
My guilty pleasure I ain’t going no where
Baby long as you’re here
I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you

[Nicki Minaj]
Yo, young money right here,
bike here, throw it up, no high chair,
cold like a white bear,
freddie Kruger Im a rap b*tch nightmare,
and I’m rich I could buy you,
kill b*tches leave ya body in a ….,
more brain than an IQ,
more head than a dread,
and my bank account ain’t hardly empty,
so I come through in a Barbie Bentley,
but please mamacita, please no envy,
when you come around it reads no entry,
who’s next to go,
my flows so flexible,
get gassed get at me, Texaco,
shoot yourself in the leg, plexico
white jag with the twisted lip,
I aint Mike Jack but This is it!
born born born everywhere,
your like balloon boy mama you was never there!
I am the kung fu panda,
…… propaganda,
good for the goose then its good for the gander,
nicki aint a rapper, nicki is a brander,
please you can never compare to me,
all these b*tches is scared of me,
I am who they couldn’t even dare to be,
so thats all folks, …
i go hard pause,
Hospital flow get more cause,
imma bad b*tch on all fours,
the president be like its all yours,

Weezy and Nicki bring the A*game, high stats,
go together like Ricky and his eye patch,
go together like a team in the gym,
Kareem in the ring, the queen and the king,

[Beyonce]
Tattoo your name across my heart
So it will remain
Not even death can make us part
(No Ceilings)
What kind of dream is this!
You could be a sweet dr….

[Lil Wayne]
Kush it out, red bone p*ssy mouth,
eat you up, spit you out,
f*ck your girl in your house,
I’m terrible be careful,
you might want say a prayer or two,
so cold I need theraflu,
Im so high I need parachutes,
Im error proof, Im never spooked,
got my crew, heaven blue,
and my flag red as hell, think your sweet as devils food,
I never lose,
my weapons use,
f*ck with me wrong, sh*t get ugly, Devin Dude,
and she’s the queen,
two’s a couple, three’s a scene,
Weezy that n*gga that you see in your dreams,
get the p*ssy wet or be the springs,huh, Im easter clean,

shout to my homegirl Mika Means,
anything we want we redeem,
you n*ggas gassed up ‘93 supreme,
Nicki Minaj is the hardest b*tch,
more than an artist b*tch,
she talk a whole lot of sh*t
and walk around like she President Carters b*tch,
she be on her Barbie sh*t,
and me Im on the carter 6,
and I can turn crumbs to bricks,
and I can turn nuns to tricks,
young mula baby,
fu*f*ck your feelings,
and this is No Ceilings
Yeah…
[Chorus]

Lil Wayne No Ceilings Lyrics ft Birdman

Lil Wayne No Ceilings Lyrics

[Lil Wayne : Chorus]
Ok, pop that p*ssy and shake that ass,
pop that p*ssy and shake that ass,
i say pop that p*ssy and shake that ass,
pop that p*ssy and shake that ass,
you got to pop that p*ssy and shake that ass,
pop that p*ssy and shake that ass
and no ceilings
and no ceilings
and no ceilings
yeah,

Ok,
pockets on he*man,
i get it if i demand,
man I do it big, to me you n*ggas wee man,
bout to go pecans, i beat it like 3 hands,
Weezy in the building you other n*ggas freelance,
i dont give a f*zzuck,
i done got my sh*t up,
I gotta do a bit, thats push ups, sit ups,
f*ck with young money b*tch n*gga get hit up,
n*gga f*ck pay even f*ck wid us,
ima eastside n*gga yeah eastside n*gga,
where the muthaf*cking beef gets deep fried n*gga,
n*gga couldnt see me with 3 eyes n*gga,
you’s a b*tch,
No U*N*I*T*Y n*gga
on the mic I’m like pac, Im like B*I n*gga,
whoever don’t agree come and see my n*gga,
I be waiting in my mansion seaside n*gga,
young muthaf*cking M*O*N*E*Y ….

[singing]
hate no, hate no
I dont wanna hate no, hate no,
but they keep pushing me, pushing me
but they keep pushing me, pushing me
I dont wanna hate nobody tonight,
I dont wanna hate nobody tonight,
but they keep pushing me, pushing me
everyday pushing me, pushing me

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
ok, Cool n Dre,
this is no ceilings,
I do this all day I got bars, no railings,
looking for a b*tch for some sexual healing,
open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon,
Young Weezy F, the F is not for failing,
Swagger just dumb call it Sarah Palin,
if you n*ggas fly then I must be para*sailing,
we are not the same, Im a muthaf*cking alien,

[Birdman]
Back on my saddle with the tool and my hand
uptown real n*gga b*tch landed in the sand,
back home n*gga did it for the land
for the grand with the money with the tool in my hand
high life, give a f*ck about your stripes homey,
killer kill, kill a spend your … daily homie,
turn left get your switch turned of n*gga,
turn right and get your sh*t took off n*gga,
f*ck cos we higher than we ever been,
more loaded, white doves, burning hundreds,
overseas n*gga pitching on the top floor,
high floor situation from the bottom floor,
born in the middle, shining like a diamond,
red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll n*gga,
24’s f*cking all these hoes n*gga,
high life getting money then we go n*gga,

Like father like son boy…

[Hook]
[Chorus]

Lil Wayne I Gotta Feeling Lyrics

Lil Wayne – I Gotta Feeling Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
No Ceilings,
Hehaa Yea,
Party on the beach,
Pa – party on the beach,
Party animal baby let me of the leash,
I got my weed from the west,
My pills from the east,
And 2 bottles of goose thats geese,

[Chorus]
I gotta feeling,
No Ceilings m*therfucka,
That tonites gonna be a good night,
That tonites gonna be a good night,
That tonight gonna be a good – good night,
I gotta feeling, whooohoo,
That tonites gonna be a good night,
That tonites gonna be a good night,
That tonight a good be a good – good night,

Tonights the night,
I’m high as height,
Im young ‘n restless,
I shines my guided light,
And ah, I’m living right,
My health aiite,
My money good,
And my girl a dike,
Sh*t, Lets live it up,
No dying down,
Lets shoot the bar,
I’ll buy the rounds,
I’ll take the shots,
I’m bulletproof, yeah,
Nike you just do it,
I do what it do,

I was drinking from where i came,
When i got here i did the same,
I Don’t like beer i like champagne,
So cheers to Lil Wayne,
And if she think she get my number,
just hope my number don’t change,
Girl stop playing i got that p*ssy on a string,
Now let’s do it!

[Black Eyed Peas]
Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it
And do it and do it, let’s live it up
And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it
Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it,

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
I’m bout to really go in,
I’m Going IN!

Kush, got my dutch fat as f*ck,
Weezy F I’m bad as luck,
I’m already at the top bout to pull the ladder up,
GO crazy, I need a counselor,
I’m hip hops announcer,
I’m in the gun club,
do you wanna meet the bouncer,
been a beast and still*I*am,
now I rock and still*I*jam,
few n*ggas wit me got that white girl like Will*I*am,
look up b*tch aint no ceilings,
see me at the top controlling things,
anybody beat its a muthaf*cking murder scene,
I do it,

No Ceilings MUTHAF*CKER!
Shout out to Black eyed peas.
[End]

Lil Wayne Run This Town Lyrics : No Ceilings

Lil Wayne – Run This Town Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
No celiing,
Yeah,
Hehee,
Ima run this town tonight,

N*gga we are,
so ready for the war,
C*A*R*T*E*R
put the beat in ER,
im colder than B*R,
add another 3 R’s,
watch me like D*V*D, V*C*R,
pump to your chest I aint talkin CPR,
riding this track like a muthaf*cking street car,
New Orleans coroner,
his name is Frank Minyard,
f*ck with me wrong, you’ll be waking up in his yard,
man I go crazy on the beat I go Nimrod,
man I act a ass, treat the beat like a hemorrhoid
man I go to work on the beat, call it employ,
man I kicks it, b*tch get your shin guard,
Uh, young money run this towns, countries,
I still eat rappers, hmm, scrumptious,
my goons tote thumpers,
they pop em like crumpers,
anybody beat, Im gon go archie bonkers,
tunchie be the wildest, lets run the metropolis,
I pop like lollies, you drop like eyelids,
the money keep calling, I hear this sh*t dialling,
and they say money talks you can hear my sh*t holler’n,
you softer than nalin, oops I meant nylon,
perfection is the goal, and I’m heading to the pylon,
crown fit me good,
I ain’t even got to try on,
my pistol mean business, that b*tch should have a tie on,
T told me do this sh*t so I had to do this sh*t,
i get super hero money, call a n*gga super rich,
keep it super for a while, lemme get on my super sh*t,
super ill, super sick,
dog, I go super Vick,
ran into a super women, turned into a super b*tch,
hit her with that super d*ck, she be coming super quick,
super Mills, Mack, Tyga, Streets, Nelly, Super Nick,
super Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckie, Twist thats the super clique,
now I’m off that super sh*t,
f*ck that sh*t I super quit,
running circles round a gang like a hula hoop an’ sh*t,
your gon have to loop this sh*t,
that won’t be a duplicate,
and my blunts be super thick,
Im higher than a super kick,
I’m the bomb baby, watch me nuke this sh*t,
when I leave the booth, they gotta scoop this sh*t,
my apologies, diabolically,
I’m the prodigy,
do you roger me,
I look in the flames and see the hotter me,
but how come I’m still colder than commonly,
yeah we run this town, like a lot of feet,
Young Mula Baby,
Im proud of me
(proud of me).....

Lil Wayne Im Good Lyrics : No Ceilings

Lil Wayne – Im Good Lyrics

ok, Boston Red Sox cap, I get baseball money
Used to do it big, but now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan
Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans, black chucks
Hollywood shotgun, watch me make you act up
Saints cap, new car, paint that if it aint black
Red light, press a button, make the top think back
That was tough, so are us, no such thing as sober up
You close minded, I shoot you in the head I bet chu open up
High yellow women with her hair to her ass
Bring her home, f*ck her like a belt den I crash,
And when it comes to head, I get dat head of the class
I got them green backs like I laid on the grass
Lucci be my n*gga, the east is up the building
Young Mula bait, the blanks already filled in
Fire alarm dick, them bitches wanna pull
Weezy baby n*gga I aint just good muthaf*cka Im..

[Lucci Lou: Chorus]
Im Goooooood
Im Goooooood
Im Goooooood
(Hehe No Ceilings)
Im Goooooood
Im Goooooood

[Lucci Lou]
Yea,
still no job b*tch, but I aint hurtin’
phone still ringin’ so I’m still workin’
got coke for a starters drink if you still slurpin’
even got a couple pills if your back hurtin’
uhhh, they call me Mister Pharmaceutical,
I’m getting money every time I’m in the studio,
i’m getting money b*tch even when I do a show,
I get the money even if I have to sue a hoe,
thats how the game go eastside play it cold,
we love the new coupes, we love the necks froze,
you couldnt beat me if you could,
Weezy baby, Lucci Lou and we goood….

Lil Wayne Wayne On Me (Wetter) Lyrics : No Ceilings

Lil Wayne Wetter Full Lyrics

[Shanell]
Im calling your daddy
daddy
can you be my daddy
daddy
i need a daddy
daddy
could you be my daddy
daddy
come and make it Wayne down on mee
come and make it Wayne down on mee

[Lil Wayne]
uhh...
wide receiver weezy
throw da p-ssy at me
ya p-ssy lips smilin
i make da p-ssy happy
take your panties off
the p-ssy lookin at me
im the p-ssy monster
now get the p-ssy ready
i like to kiss, she like to kiss
I deep stroke and make her bite her fist
the lights is on, the night is grown
we get it poppin cuz we know we can when wife aint home
california kush strong as a tightness what im lighten on
we get high as fuck and we just do it put ya nikes on
tatoos on her waist she like the tatoos on my face
and if theres sum she like to say i let her say it on my microphone
she love my style, but thats expected
she comin back to you, the chance is anorexic
i new she had it in her, so i got it out her
she give me neck around the clock i call it round a collar
she rub my back, she say im tight
she cook f-cking clean
and still make her flight
first class p-ssy
crystal glass p-ssy
i get it wetter then bass p-ssy
(Shanell:you done be)

uhh...
i like some thick n red
Ralph Lauren spread
lady in the streets
porn star in bed
she like to f-ck fight
so we spar in bed
she got that pink p-ssy
i beat it orange red
i f-ck american pie
and i get foreign head
she sit down and ride
like im a thorough bred
she kiss mine
and i kiss hers back
if shes a bad b-tch
she deserve that
she send me pictures to my iphone
then i gotta clear em cuz my girl be checkin my phone
im in the buildin with the mind blown
and im in the p-ssy honey im home

[Shanell]
u done been good
but you can do better
i done been wet
but i can get wetter
come and make it way down on mee
(yeh no cielings mutha fucka ahhh)
u done been good
but you can do better
i done been wet
but i can get wetter
come and make it way down on mee
(yeahh i like that)
im calling you daddy
(her name shanell by the way)
daddy
can you be my daddy (young money)
daddy
i need a daddy (no ceilings)
daddy
would you be my daddy
daddy
come and make it Wayne down on mee (young mula babyy)
come and make it Wayne down on mee (no ceilings mutha f-cka ahh)

Lil Wayne I Think I Love Her Lyrics : No Ceilings

Lil Wayne – I Think I Love Her Lyrics

[Tyga]
ha, pikaboo b-tch,
swag scare your kids,
my airplane clothes flyer than your best this year,
gorillas in the mist, pull back pump they fist,
im from the planet of the apes, King kong clips,
slince lambs b-tch,
run through your land trippin,
can’t pretend when this is real as it gets can ya,
if sh-t hits the fan, i Ron Artest n-ggas,
this how Im living getting tatted in some house slippers,
I like my b-tches simple, laid back, relax its mental,
sh-t you know what I do,
tell me what you tryna get into,
the man cars rented,
the man car killing,
gossiping f-ck the car look at the man in it
ha boys to man business,
we don’t hire b-tches,
just fire b-tches,
it’s young money fire spitters,
them red x’s with us
and they aint ate they dinner,
beginners feast, feet lying fatality finish,
Im killin these records they put me again
i really dont giv a f-f-uck if you witness,
you hear it, listen, buy it, steal it,
i still gon get my f-cking percentage,
I cuss a lot cuz b-tch Im seers,
young no beard, get soup,
like gumbo with shrimp,
flyer than Dumbo ears is, b-tch,

[Lil Wayne]
uhh, now let me start by sayin
I dont like this beat,
but imma weather the storm Imma lightening streak,
uhh, Weezy F baby, I do it big weigh me,
them crazy freaky b-tches try to cirque du soliel me,
got some new b-tches, trail got me 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,
f-cking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon,
wet pussy in my cabin,
more b-tches than a pageant,
I keep a house full n-gga call me bob sagat,
spending time backwards,
hotter than a cactus,
and we aint in the building we the f-cking contractors,
Y YM, why muthaf-ck why hate it,
Young Money down your throat gotta stay hydrated,
quarterback Weezy,
young Tom Brady,
open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby,
hehe good morning dude,
eagle street car in tune,
long dough, no short bread, no lorna doon,
im warning you,
we on the move,
bunch of female dogs and garden tools,
thats b-tches and hoes,
hospital full, sick of my flow,
hip hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load,
I load millions and more millions,
money to the ceiling,
n-gga no ceiling!

[Shanell]
step up in this b-tch 5 o clock in the morning,
the world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning,
imma get that worm now,
tell em its my turn now,
yo n-ggas need a lesson on some ethic you gon learn now,
I do this for the love of it,
saliva cos I love to spit,
and I duke it for my future records
you gon love to spit,
fucking with my bredren 10 years strong,
and he put them dreds in silver john long,
but he’s more like platinum,
hold up heres a napkin,
pick your jaw up off the floor
and tuck your tongue right back in,
tell me where is Mack Maine,
… (thats all I have)

Lil Wayne Throw It In The Bag Lyrics : No Ceilings

Lil Wayne – Throw It In The Bag Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah No Ceilings baby,
hehe,
Ok,

Swimming in Polo, sleeping in Jordan’s,
Bought a cell phone and I don’t even much call it
New imports make her fell important
No bull sh-t, n-gga no Ben Gordan
Get her information, take her on vacation
Give her dope d-ck, now she under the sedation
Wake her in the mornin, breakfast where she slept at
Tell her go shopping, I cant wait till she get back
Louis flip-flops and a pair of pink sweat pants
She wear that on my jet, I f-ck her after jet lag
I take her to da vet, cause she a bad bitch
You cant be broke and happy so me im mad rich
Im talkin Young Money sh-t, she love the way I think
L’Oreal all over my bathroom sink,
Betsy Johnson all over my bedroom counter
My pockets too deep, I f-ck around and drown her.

[Verse 2]

Ok, f-ckin on Versace, napping on satin
I love to hit it backwards, call it pig latin
I bought her ass a Mac, now we be iChattin
N-gga swag jackin, but I got my patent
Fre Fresh out the salon, I took her to Milan
I speak a lil french, and hers is no better then mine
I pass her the blunt, she probly hit it one time
Catch us at the game sittin on the baseline
We can call a timeout, take a lil time out
Pockets too deep, shawty you gon have to climb out
Babiana prom dress with your spine out
And I live on the beach, you can get that panty line out
She wants to own me and I aint tryna to fight it
She said is her d-ck, she got it copyrighted
And I dont pay for p-ssy because im p-ssy priceless
I go fishing in it, and I ain’t a Pisces
Uh, Gucci only to the grocery store
Stop playin bitch you ballin like Okaford
Ha, And now we headed to the dealer
im goin to cop my baby somethin with no ceilings. Ahhh

[End]

Lil Wayne Break Up Lyrics : No Ceilings

Lil Wayne – Break Up Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
Nice tires on da ghini,
you should wanna king me
Brain dead flow, vegetable zukini
I live on the beach,
she walk around in her bikini
Girls are like a school,
and cut em like seniors
Im here to distinguish,
the bears from the penguins
Life is such a gap,
get some money in between it
Glocs like police,
pumps like fenas
This beat gettin totaled,
Pam,Keisha,Kema
Sittin on da World,
thinkin bout a girl
Pistol on my side,
paint you like mural
Dig in my pocket,
pulled out the party
Be cool before you get stumped and pulled out the party
Ha Ha Hollygrove shit, im on my Hollygrove shit
Lookin for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick
Big bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices
Church like a choir and a couple of old priests
Elevator in my crib cause its five floors
Im not expectin you to have one inside yours hahe
Vince Young, suicide doors, haha,
life’s a bitch, now die for her.

[Short Dawg]
I have the type of flow n-ggas don’t have to like,
my rhymes is ambidextrous so I don’t have to write,
the way I’m eating n-ggas wish they had my appetite,
straight up out of Texas and I’m major like apple white,
I pull four then I hit the exit door,
take a trip to Macy’s cop the whole second floor,
hood smell the scent of money coming out my pours,
yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, bore,
I made it from a flyer to the forbes, (see me)
Young Elvis Freshly, yes he flyer than the store,
dropping babys out and your chicks cheek, kicks neat,
got your son looking up to me like I’m 6 feet,
your daughter need someone to save her, not me,
I knocking hoes down like Laila Ali,
try he and imma put the toaster to ya kidney,
then I pull off in a Bentley top open like a chimney,
damn, its no ceilings like a Colosseum,
candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea,
the way Im leaning I’m annoyed if I stand still,
flow harder than an anvil,
short (short)

[Gudda Gudda]
Ok, its Gudda hoe,
all about my bills like buffalo,
your b-tch under my sheets,
I heard she was an undercover hoe,
purple got me moving slow,
like I’m in a snail race,
pop pop pop 3 shots to the head,
then I pick up my shell case,
leave em with a pale face,
yes, I am a young money goon,
your girl like a motion picture she be coming soon,
i do a certain rule, i pop her like balloons,
I dance her of to Mills and drop her off the tune,
couple screws lose, wanna play with him,
this is No Ceilings b-tch, ruthless like a stadium,
we shut down every f-cking spot these b-tches see us in,
you want us club, well n-gga pay us then,
all grey BM, Im getting from my baby M,
she told us get the money and count it for me when I rake it in,
don’t play no games hoe,
you know my name hoe,
G-U-D-D-A propane flow
[End]

Lil Wayne Watch My Shoes Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Watch My Shoes Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
No ceilings muthaf-cker good morning,
d-ck in your mouth while you yawning,
Im 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 b-tch but a lot more rich,
on my poppa bear sh-t, need hot porridge,
gotta a lot more sh-t than you could ever fathom,
a big head n-gga couldn’t even imagine,
the sh-t I do, most doer’s never done,
I’ma f-ck this beat, your b-tch who you better come,
better run this sh-t, i dont run from sh-t,
I still beat your ass like a f-cking drumstick,
Weezy f-cking 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 aint sh-t I like my fast food faster,
syrup got me slow like a turtle round 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 f-cking H’ordeurve around this hoe,
I don’t slurge around no hoe, no I don’t shine in front no b-tch,
cos after she get off my d-ck I be like find the front door b-tch,
i dont know why the f-ck your b-tch keep coming by and I f-ck your b-tch 100 times what the f-ck your b-tch got on her mind, my f-cking d-ck,
I call her dick head, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bic head
your flow sick, my sh-t 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, muthf-cking cave man
beating on my chest Young Money Cash Money,
and Im eating all the rest n-gga no offence,
sorry if your offended,
riding high like Im on 54 inches,
man Id rather chill with 54 b-tches,
chi-chill like chi-chill like an eskimo
lets get mo, lets get mo b-tches
and I be like lets get mo b-tches,
Mr officer stop arresting your b-tches,
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 ya’ll 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,
Im the best thing yet I know I got that thing wet,
evvrybody want be fly but don’t know where there wings at,
ah hu….

Had to pause for a minute and im right back in it like the draws of the woman,
on a scale of 1 – 10 and my girl be a 20,
my girls so bad make a n-gga 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 Im on the microphone in the,
mic check 2 – 3, Im 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 Im more like a hybrid,
you think Im stunting no Im just surviving,
and I’ve been here but my soul is just arriving,
look up in the air, its a crow its a robin,
no ceilings full dose
Im 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 aint lying, I can do whatever if Im 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 b-tch where you muthf-cking family at,
call my n-gga gudda if you trying to get your mami back,
all up in another n-gga woman I be ramming that,
seeing through these see through n-ggas like their laminate,
hip hop so contaminate, I swear just examine that,
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,
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,
[End]

Lil Wayne D.O.A Lyrics

Lil Wayne: D.O.A Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp,
Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp,
Blood game muthaf-cka call me red alert,
Young Carter kill in order,who get it first
Stuff that girl wit d-ck till her head burst
Young Weezle flow needles I can thread shirts
Boy you ain’t did sh-t I had done said worst
Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst
Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks
Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks
I’m in the way you can’t pass like Aaron Brooks
Uh, President ride the car slow, I let my driver drive,
I’m on par 4
Spit hangin from my mouth retard flow
And I say what I want like an award show
I’m on some shit ain’t even come out the ass yet
Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet
Young or old their ain’t no comparing me
I just cleared that up
Moment of clarity, Uhh

[Verse 2]

Uh, I’m about to go almonds,
young head bussa, get your helmets
You n-ggas real soft what is that velvet
I get big chips, you get Alvins
Uh, I’ma bout to go walnuts,
we get seven digit money you can call us
Hit ‘em wit the choppa, watch ‘em ball up
Paint your face red, your all dolled up
Yeah, Young Nino n-gga,
I do it for my team Tim Tebow n-gga
I’m killing this sh-t grim reap flow n-gga
Gettin swallowed by the Maybach deep throat n-gga
Uh, I’ma bout to go planters,
I’m still in my prime, Dion Sanders
We all gamblers, I will not lose
Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels
Uh, Gimme mine or Ima take mine
Smokin purple,I heard till the grape vine
Weezy Baby aka your highness, I just killed this shit
Moment of Silence, Uh

[Verse 3]

Uh, I’m in the zone like a fastball,
and I f-ck the game like a bad call,
Let the money stack, don’t let the cash fall
bars all day, no last call,
Uh, Im in the redzone n-gga,
wake up in the mornin with your head gone n-gga
Birdman Jr. wings spread on n-ggas,
leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home n-gga
Yeah, tell the doctor step aside please,
Dr. Carter gasoline in your IV’s
Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed,
strong arm rap, I rock an iron sleeve
Uh,I’m in the zone like the secondary,
no lie b-tch I’m flyer than a pet canary
I’ma dog on the beat f-ck the veterinary,
two women praise me like mary mary
Uh, I’m in the zone like college ball,
spit fire like I’m sippin on a molotov
Lose bowels, this sh-t so easy
(Jay-Z: I might send this to the mixtape Weezy)
Uhh,
hahahee,
No Ceilings
Hehe.

Lil Wayne – Ice Cream Paint Job Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Ice Cream Paint Job Lyrics

Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o’dogg
Shoot a n*gga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Pain killers got a n*gga bout ta doze off
Big shit n*gga talk big sh*t n*gga
Big bread bread like a picnic n*gga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick n*gga
Money spread like germs get sick n*gga
Yeaa, And f*ck them other n*ggas,
1 9 hundred who want I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river
I dont care if you were Michael Phelps my n*gga
Im higher than a mothaf*cka Alps my n*gga
Im flyer than a mothaf*cka stealth my n*gga
Young Money sh*t top shelf my n*gga
We the mothaf*ckas like Milf my n*gga
UhUhm, Flow like Syringes
Yea im in my mode got a code like Da Vinci
I wan in the trenches, now im in the trunk
And everybody watch your back,wen your in the front
You aint never safe stop playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
Im all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles

Why thank yous,if you a hater
Im eatin, yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom later
Young Tune n*gga, typhoon n*gga
And if you think your sweet n*gga, buy a room n*gga
Die or move n*gga, Im on my gang sh*t,
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a mothaf*cking blunt,
stupid fruity swag like a mothaf*cka runt
And I be with my dog like a mothaf*cking huntin
Everyday of the week is the first day of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Cant tell the time cause the diamonds in the face
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We can get it poppin like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict
Running this sh*t now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin Im fresher then a degree stick
Street sh*t, well of course, I smoke mad weed
Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I need a massage,
and when it comes to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, n*gga just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller dont tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
B*tch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the sh*t weak stomachs
No Ceilings…….Mothaf*cka

Lil Wayne No ceilings – Swag Surfin Full Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Swag Surfin Lyrics

No ceilings..
o o ok..., i got this chrome on this bugatti
Im strong in this bugatti
2 v8’s aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti
Bitch I’m bad
Im worse
Ill pass the purp
dont f-ck with me cuz right now im higher than Captain Kurk
I swear i be the sickest n-gga, u can ask the nurse
and if you throw it in the bag, i bet ill snatch her purse
Ok i spazz, i curse
u last, im first
im on ur ass like dirt
behind that cash, get murk
im talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list n-gga
whats the matter? check ur bladder im the sh-t piss n-gga
shoot the witness, n-gga
hold court in the streets
and convict this n-gga
oh d-ckless n-gga
man im runnin with the blucka
young money muthaf-cka
u bet we gon do our thing
well aint it sunny in the summer
and we coming for the comers
and whoever among us
and u kno imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I said T.I hold ya head
and Mack hold ya head
wish i could but i cant say some other names cuz of the feds
and to my bloods, code red
man u know how we plead
and if it cost to be the boss, oh well i guess i gotta pay
im a New Orleans n-gga, i dont take no sh-t
take the brain off the whip now it dont make no sense
stunt hard on these b-tches i aint promise tomorrow
now women kickin it with me like Nomar Garciaparra
Few grow them killer plants, the lil tune shop of horror(?)
and we roll them b-tches thick, make them look like Tocara?
man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes
the World is in my hands, and i keep my hands closed

i love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor
gotta take care of them kids , man i kno ya heard Obama
and i live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
i just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
quarter back shot gun, you don’t get any sack yards
b-tch i ball hard, breakin all the back boards
pretty boy Floyd step up i will crack yours
and even at the White House we pull up at the back doors

walk around like im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
and the Porche 911 like emergency calls
man i just be chillin, im cool like Lou Rawls?
young money in the building, im puttin up new walls
n-gga take your Mrs Officer and set some new laws
my flow is like rubbin two logs
young mula we the new sh-t and new drawers
now get off my d-ck , i aint f-cking wit cha
watch me shoot to the bank, im a money pistol
weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
red bone do me good then her friend, her sister
i mean her bitch, she never met her best friends a sister
i leave her p-ssy microsoft like windows vista
young tunche, pop that cucci for a goon hoe
bullet in you boys memory, now u act like u dont know
east side who i do it for, eagle street right by the store
katrina wiped the city out but couldnt f-ck wit holly grove
lost some real niggas i knew from a long time ago
but heaven or hell i’m hopin that they be where ima go
take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show
still long hair, dont care, like a navajo
im the hardest sh-t go in ur ass and search
i smash this verse, and i swag and surf
NO CEILINGS
AHAH