Surf Swag Chords by Lil Wayne

[Start]

[Intro]
C#m F#m                
■   ■   Ke on the Track
           
No Ceilings
         
Ah Oookay


[Verse]
                                                            
I got this chrome on this Bugatti I'm strong in this Bugatti
                                                               
Two Veights ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
          Dmaj7                            
Bitch I'm bad I'm worse I'll pass the purp'
           Dmaj7                                                
Don't fuck with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kurk
          F#m                                       
I swear I be the sickest nigga you can ask the nurse
       F#m                                                
And if you throw it in the bag I bet I'll snatch her purse
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Okay I spazz I curse
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You last I'm first
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I'm on your ass like dirt
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Behind that cash get murk
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I'm talkin' big shit nigga join my hit list nigga
           F#m                                              
What's the matter check your bladder I'm the shit piss nigga
      Dmaj7            
Shoot the witness nigga
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Hold court in the streets and convict this nigga
    Dmaj7         
Ol' dickless nigga


[Chorus]
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Man I'm runnin' with the blocka
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Young Money motherfucker
    F#m                                                         
You think we gon' do our thing Well ain't it sunny in the summer
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And we coming for the commas and whoever among us
    Dmaj7                                                 
And you know I'ma bust my ass until my crew very humongous


[Verse]
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I said TI hold your head and Mack hold your head
     F#m7          F#m                                          
Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds
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And to my bloods cold red
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Man you know how we plead
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And if it cost to be the boss oh well I guess I gotta pay
     F#m                                     
Ii'm a New Orleans nigga I don't take no shit
         F#m                                          
Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense
F#m                                                 
Stunt hard on these bitches I ain't promise tomorrow
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Now women kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra
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Fuq' roll them killer plants the Little Shop of Horror
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And we roll them bitches thick
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Make 'em look like Toccara
        D           Dmaj7                                     
Man I'm to much for these niggas and three much for these hoes
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The World is in my hands and I keep my hands closed


[Chorus]
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I love my baby mommas they get my highest honor
      F#m                                              
Gotta take care of them kids man I know you heard Obama
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And I live on an island Atlantic in my backyard
Dmaj7                                         
I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
F#m                                              
Quarterback shot gun you don't get any sack yards
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Bitch I ball hard breakin' all the backboards
Dmaj7                                      
Pretty boy Floyd step up I will crack yours
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And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors
     F#m                             
Walk around like I'm thirty feet tall
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Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdie these balls
       D                                                  
In the Porche nine hundred and eleven like emergency calls
D                                             
Man I just be chillin' I'm cool like Lou Rawls


[Verse]
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Young Money in the building I'm puttin' up new walls
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Nigga take your Mrs Officer and set some new laws
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My flow is like rubbin' two logs
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Young Mula we the new shit new drawers uh
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Now get off my dick I ain't fucking wit' you
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Watch me shoot to the bank I'm a money pistol
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Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
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Redbone do me good then her friend assist her
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I mean her bitch she never met her best friends a sister
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I leave the pussy microsoft like Windows Vista
Dmaj7                                        
Young Tunechi pop that coochie for a goon hoe
D                   F#m                                   
Bullet in you boys' memory now you act like you don't know


[Chorus]
F#m                                                     
Eastside who I do it for Eagle Street right by the store
F#m                                                         
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck with Hollygrove
Dmaj7                                            
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
Dmaj7                                                    
But Heaven or hell I'm hopin' that they be where I'm'a go
F#m                       Dmaj7                          
Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show
F#m                                     
Still long hair don't care like a Navajo
Dmaj7                                         
I'm the hardest shit go in your ass and search
Dmaj7                                 
I smash this verse and I swag and surf
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No Ceilings


[Outro]
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■     Hahaha ■ ■  ■ 


[End]