Lil Wayne - Watch my Shoes Chords

_ _ _ [Fm] Okay, no [D] ceilings, motherfucker, good morning Dick in your mouth while you yawning, I'm
gone and Gutter, why they [Fm] startin' me?
Molly, why they startin' me?
I'll bring you to your front door like you [F] ordered me
Back in this bitch with a lot more rich All my papa bear shit need hot porridge
Got a lot more shit than you [Fm] could ever fathom A big head [Db] nigga couldn't even [F] imagine
This shit I do, most doers never done I'ma fuck this beat, you bitch, you better
come Better run this shit, I don't run from shit
I still beat your ass like a fuckin' drumstick We be fuckin' baby, baby, make the ladies
come click [Fm] The money can't fit in my pockets, but I bet
that gun can And I'm so unfit, cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't [Db] shit, I like my fans move [G] faster
Sir, got me slow [Fm] like a turd around his nose [F] And I'm flyin' in the highest, flying a bird
around his nose What's the word around his nose?
You get served around his nose Yeah, you get served like a [Fm] fuckin' hors d'oeuvre
around his nose [Ab] I don't smurge around no ho, no, I don't shine
in front no bitch Cause after she get off my dick, I be like
find a friend no bitch [C] I don't know why the fuck your bitch keep
comin' by I done fucked your bitch [F] a hundred times
Who the fuck your bitch [Gb] got on her mind?
[F] My fuckin' dick, I call her Dicky Spicy like a big [Fm] red, crikey like a big key
Your flow sick, my shit dead, sillier than Pixie
So if you want any rap, you should see my 11
Your old barter, 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'm a Martian, this is Space Jam
No feelings, or I [Db] be a man, [Fm] motherfuckin' caveman
Beatin' on my chest, young money, cash money And I'm eatin' all the rest, nigga, no offense
Sorry if you're offended
Ride high like I'm on 54 inches Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches
She chill like, she chill like an Eskimo Let's get more, let's get more bitches
I be like, let's get more bitches
Mr.
Officer, [Ab] stop arresting your [Fm] bitches Stop lettin' the messy hoes mess with your business
Mickey Mouse, [Cm] Pease, Hip Hop, Walt [Fm] Disney Sheesh, gosh, ash, kosh, beat, nosh
Smokin' on that vibe, Marley listenin' to P-Nosh
[G] I do me, [Ab] no, I do free At A-T-I-M-E
Why [Fm] when we say we young, Rula [G] The bitches leave y'all and relay run to us
[F] And pay they cups sooner than late around here And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here
Hey, you better stop the hate around there Before Tommy Mack and [Ab] Nina debate around there
[F] You hear that my bass sound care Whole court hearin' crowd [Db] and the case around there
I'm the best thing, but I know I got that thing Everybody wanna be fly but [Ab] don't know where they wings at
[F] _ Had to pause for a minute, now I'm right back in it Like the draws of the women on a scale of one to ten
And my girl be a twenty, my girl so bad Make a nigga think he's sinnin'
My goons so pretty, my goons [Fm] is so with me Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
Haters find a noise, five booze, and those grins miss All come out me when [Ab] I'm on the mic, I'm focused
[F] Mic check, two, three, I ain't different like blue peas
And my girls be half naked like Betty [Fm] Boopie Like a hootie, mandible, been ridin'
I ain't gettin' stuff cause I'm more like a hybrid You think I'm somethin' but [F] no, I'm just surviving
And I ain't been here, but my soul is just arriving Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's arriving
No ceilings [Ab] for those I'm [F] prescribing Meditation free [G] for meditation weeks
[F] With some better tasting weed than you'll ever [Fm] taste or see
_ As a track, I'da been ridin' through the desert on a Camelback I'da been ridin' through that over with a hammer strap
Anyway, [F] I could do whatever if [C] I'm planning that So I got [F] my guns, let's dance like Fanny Pack
And we cook the hog, cut the soft and [G] bring the Wendy's back
Mop [F] yo' bitch where yo' motherfuckin' family at Call my nigga Gunna if you tryna get [C] yo' mammy back
All up [Fm] in another nigga woman, I be rammin' it Seein' booty see through niggas like Delaminated
Hip-hop look contaminated, I swear just examine it
And I'm such a philanthropist, look out to these evangelists I'm from Los Angeles, but I love my amy don't
I act on New Orleans, yes I grew [Ab] pistachio Let me [F] wobble nuts on any beat they throw at me
And the bitches they throw at me, and you know what they throw at me _ _ _ _ _
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