Shoes Chords by Lil Wayne

[Chorus]

[Verse]
N.C.                         
Okay No Ceilings motherfucker
N.C.        
Good morning
G7                       D7            
Dick in your mouth while you're yawning
    D7      
I'm goin' in
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Gudda why they started me
Fm                        
Marley why they started me
           Fm                   
I'll bring it to your front door
         Fm        
Like you ordered me
Fm                
Back in this bitch
    Fm             
But a lot more rich
      Fm            
On my Papa Bear shit
Fm               
Need hot porridge
    Fm             
Got a lot more shit
     Fm                   
Than you could ever fathom
Fm             
A bighead nigga
              Fm     
Couldn't even imagine
Fm           
The shit I do
     Fm              
Most doers never done
     Fm            
I'ma fuck this beat
   Fm                     
Ya bitch ooh ya better cum
    Fm             
Bet I run this shit
  F                  
I don't run from shit
     F                  
I'll still beat your ass
       F                
Like a fucking drumstick
F                      
Weezy Fucking baby baby
     F                    
Make the ladies come quick
          F                      
The money can't fit in my pockets
      F               
But I bet that gun fit
    F           
And I'm so unfit
       F                   
'cause all I eat is rappers
    F                       
And these rappers ain't shit
       Fm                 
I like my fast food faster
Fm               
Syrup got me slow
     Fm                     
Like a turtle 'round this ho
        G7                                              
And I'm flyer than the highestflying bird around this ho
      Fm                     
Whats the word around this ho
       Fm                       
You'll get served around this ho
            Fm        
Yeah you'll get served
       Fm                                 
Like a fucking hors d'ouvre around this ho
  C7                        
I don't splurge around no ho
           Fm                        
No I don't shine in front of no bitch
             Fm                 
'cause after she get off my dick
          Fm                       
I be like Find the front door bitch
             D7                                       
I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep coming by
                                   D7   
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
                   D7                   
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind
D7             
My fucking dick
           F       
I call her dickhead
F                   
Spicy like a Big Red
                F         
Strike you like a Bic head
F                          
Your flow sick My shit dead
        F            
Sillier than VIC said
F                  
Soulja Boy and Arab
                  F                                     
You should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance
              F           
I call it the NaeNae dance
F                       
Proud to be NaeNae's dad
       F            
Gun on the waistline
F                         
Leave you in the wasteland
           F       
We are not the same
     F                          
I am a Martian this is Space Jam
   F                
No Ceilings RIP Amen


[Chorus]
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Motherfucking caveman
F                  
Beating on my chest
            F         
Young Money Cash Money
    F                      
And I'm eating all the rest
         F      
Nigga no offence
F                       
Sorry if you're offended
       F                                
Riding high like I'm on fiftyfour inches
               F                           
Man I'd rather chill with fiftyfour bitches
             F                     
Chchill like chchill like an Eskimo
F            
Let's get mo'
          F          
Let's get mo' bitches
F                                  
And I be like Let's get mo' bitches
                Fm                    
Mr Officer stop arresting your bitches


[Verse]
Fm                                                 
Stop lettin' the messy hoes mess with your business
Fm                                    
Mickey Mouse cheese hiphop Walt Disney
F7     Fm                 
Sheesh gosh Oshkosh B'gosh
Fm                                              
Smokin on that Bob Marley listening to Pete Tosh
Fm       
Iii do me
        Fm   
No I do three
Fm       
At a TIME
Fm         
Why when we
Fm               
Say we Young Mula
    Fm                 
The bitches leave y'all
    Fm             
And relay run to us
    F                  
And payday comes sooner
     F                
Than later 'round here
        F            
And you see my sharks
F                                  
Like they got some bait around here
F                                        
Hey you better stop the hate around there
       F                                     
Before Tommy Mac and Nina debate around there
F                                      
Yeah you see it in my face I don't care
F                                                 
Hold court hearing trial and the case around there
    F                 
I'm the best thing yet
         F                 
I know I got that thing wet
Fm                    
Everybody wanna be fly
          Fm                       
But don't know where their wings at
    F                    
Had to pause for a minute
    F                   
Now I'm right back in it
     F                       
Like the drawers of the women
     F                  
On a scale of one to ten
    F                  
And my girl be a twenty
F              
My girls so bad
     F                         
Make a nigga think he's sinnin'
F                 
My goons so gritty
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My goons is so with me
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Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
F              
Gators Matadors
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Baboons and those Grizzlies
Fm             
All come out me
            Fm            
When I'm on the microphone
Fm                 
Mic check two three
Fm                          
I am different like blue pee
Fm                                           
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be
Fm           
Like a hoopty
G7                     
Man the boy been riding
Fm                                                
And I ain't gassed up cause I'm more like a hybrid
G7                                              
You think I'm stuntin' but no I'm just surviving
Fm                                             
And I've been here but my soul is just arriving
C                       F                  
Look up in the air it's a crow it's a robin
F                                    
No Ceilings full dose I'm prescribing
F              
Medication free
    F                
And for meditation we
      F                       
Smoke some better tasting weed
            F                
That you'll ever taste or see
F              
Sharp As a tack
F          
Hotter than
F                                        
Riding through the desert on a camel back
F          
I done been
F                                               
Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped
F            
I ain't lying
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I can do whatever if I'm planning that
         F                                 
So I got my guns let's dance like FannyPack
            F                    
And we cook the hard cut the soft
          F                
And bring the whammies back
      F                                       
Mafio bitch where your motherfucking family at
        F                                               
Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back
          F                                      
All up in another nigga's woman I be ramming that
               F                                            
Seeing through these seethrough niggas like they're laminate
          F          
Hiphop so contaminate
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I swear just examine it
               F             
And I'm such a philanthropist
F                           
The God to these Evangelists
            F          
I dress all Los Angeles
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But I love Miami though
         Fm         
I act so New Orleans
Fm                 
Yes I go Pistachios


[End]
             Fm                                  
That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
                      Fm   
And the bitches is so at me
    Fm                               
And you know what they throw at me ha
            G7 C7
No Ceilings ■  ■