Fresh

No Ceilings 2, No Ceilings dos No Ceilings bis*xual, that means two Freaky! Here we go! Tunechi in the buildin' His house ain't got no ceilin' These hoes, they catchin' feelings We 'bout to make a billion Stop that bitch Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune Step up to the mic, nigga Get that bitch right, nigga Step up to the mic, nigga Get that bitch right, nigga Tunechi No Ceilings 2, No Ceilings 2 Next to Lil' Tunechi, you are so minuscule So pitiful, dope in the spoon 'Bout to go grizzly bear, no Winnie Pooh Tunechi Gun under table, hand on the Bible My homies on my side, oh you dead on the Bible I'm tatted up, I'm tribal, and I'm duckin' trial I used to throw my money away, now I recycle Shout out to the Vice Lords and the Disciples That's that gang talk, you need subtitles We send his Scud Missile, your bitch in love with us We sippin' mud, sippers, more cane than a cripple Look I am nobody 'cause nobody's perfect Abracadabra, I make a hoe out a virgin I treat her like a servant, thanks for your service I'm cold like sherbet, got it sewed up like a surgeon It's me and Mannie Fresh back together, bitch we mergin' The jokes on them and we smirkin' Man fuck them niggas, they hurtin' She deep throat like a serpent I stole out too many purses Got too many bitches flirtin' It's No Ceilings 2, curtains Tunechi in the buildin' His house ain't got no ceilin' These hoes, they catchin' feelings We 'bout to make a billion Stop that bitch Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune Step up to the mic, nigga Get that bitch right, nigga Step up to the mic, nigga Get that bitch right, nigga Mula, baby! --- Fresh - Mannie Fresh and Lil Wayne