Oh Let’s Do It

By Lil Wayne

On No Ceilings

Released on October 31, 2009

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[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Ooh, L-Don

Fuck that interface, dawg, go to work, yeah

Picante in this bitch with me

Fuq', hit the weed

You got all that shit? Yeah, ugh, ugh


[Verse: Lil Wayne]

I got Young Money up, and now, I got my feet up

Tune in this bitch, tell my niggas throw them B's up

Doing what the fuck I want, hate me all the fuck you want

Real niggas fuck with me, and I don't give a fuck who don't

Lock the CEO up; and I'm the CEO, fuck

Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush

Drink 'til I throw up; nigga, roll more blunts

Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once

Hit 'em with the shotgun, call that shit the "stop button"

Call me Dr. Carter, AKA "Young Wild Nigga"

AKA "No trial, nigga," AK, click-clack, pow, nigga

Fucking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal, nigga

Yeah! Haha! Swagger stupid, pack a Uzi

Hundred clips, nigga? That's a movie, aim at your toupée

You sweet as Kool-Aid, crème brûlée

I'm sharp as Blu-ray, I fuck 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, here's a bouquet

LVs, nigga, on every suitcase

YM, nigga, it's a new day

We the champions, nigga, hoo-ray

Yeah! Hammer in the Louis duff'

Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough

Bullet come too fast to adjust

I don't give a fuck about my roof that much

So I put it in the 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 up the game

Shit on the track, shit on the train

Murder the beat—the beat was slain

Rest In Peace; that's a shame, he kill anybody song

Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome

No homo, you rocking wrong; Rest In Peace, my styrofoam

Now they wanna know what I be on

Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone

B-big money, my pockets long; New Orleans, I got my home

And they got my back—pause; no homo, no maricón

Smoking on that private-grown, it put me where I belong

All about my cheese; cheddar, mozzarella, provolone

Fuck her for an hour-long, let her take a shower, gone

Sorry baby, but I'm in my I-don't-wan'-be-bothered zone

Yeah! Haha, you're a groupie, get on your duty

Two women give me head, call that "Two-face"

Bitch, I'm too great, take your food tray, I was born on doomsday

Ugh! Ai-ain't no nigga like me

"What's up?" to my gang, big Bs, like a Breitling

Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick, like she cycling

Then, she can't walk, run, or jump; like white men

Ugh! F-fuck you niggas wanna do?

No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you

Weezy F., the "F" is for "Fuck what you’re going through"

Make your people mourn you


[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Haha! OK, let's do it