Lil Wayne, Fre$h, Gudda Gudda - Break Up lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Fre$h, Gudda Gudda - Break Up lyrics]
Bangladesh no Ceilings, motherfucker
Hahaha, yeah uh huh, all right
Uh huh, all right, ugh
Nice tires on the 'Ghini
You should wanna king me
Brain-dead flow: vegetable, zucchini
I live on the beach she
Walk around in her bikini
Girls are like school
And I cut ‘em like seniors
I’m here to distinguish the
Bears from the penguins
Life is just a gap get
Some money in between it
Glocks like police, pumps like Finas
This beat getting totaled: Pam, Keisha, Kima
S Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl
Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural
Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party
Be cool 'fore you get stomped
And pulled out the party
H Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit
Looking for a bad bitch
I give her dinosaur dick
Big bad-flow Weezy, fuck the polices
Church, like a choir and a
Couple of old priestses
Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors
I'm not expecting you to
Have one inside yours, haha
Vince Young, suicide doors, haha
Life’s a bitch now, die for her
I have the type of flow
Niggas don’t have to like (Why's that?)
My rhymes is ambidextrous so I
Don’t have to write (Oh, you ain't know?)
The way I’m eating
Niggas wish they had my appetite (Ugh)
Straight up out of Texas and
I’m major like Applewhite (Haha)
I pour four then, I hit the exit door
('Bout to) take a trip to Macy’s cop
The whole second floor (Gimme that)
Whores smell the scent of money
Coming out my pores (Smell it?)
Yeah, my pockets full of dead
People like a morgue, boy
(Haha) i made it from a flyer to the Forbes
(See me?) young Elvis Freshley, yes
He flyer than a stork (Damn)
Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek
(Ugh) , kicks neat (Fresh)
Got your son looking up to
Me like I’m six feet (Haha)
Your daughter need someone to save her
(What?) , not me (Nah)
I’m knocking hoes down like Laila
(Who?) Ali (yeah) try he
And I'ma put the toaster to your kidney
(Uh, huh) then, I pull off in a Bentley
Top open like a chimney (Goddamn)
Yeah, it’s No Ceilings, like a coliseum
(No Ceilings)
Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea
(That's nasty) the way I'm leaning
I'ma nod if I stand still (Hold up)
Flow harder than an anvil, Short
OK, it's Gudda
Ho! All about my bills like Buffalo
Your bitch under my sheets
I heard she was an undercover ho (Ha)
Purple got me moving slow
Like I’m in a snail race
Pop, pop, pop, three shots to the head
Then I pick up my shell case
Leave 'em with a pale face, yes
I am a Young Money goon
Your girl like a motion picture
She gon’ be coming soon
I do her something rude
I pop her like balloons
I pass her off to Millz
Then drop her off to Tune (Ha)
Couple screws loose
You don't want to play with him
This is No Ceilings, bitch
Roofless like a stadium
We shut down every fucking spot
These bitches see us in
You want us in your club? Well, nigga
Pay us then
All-grey BM, I’m getting it for my baby M
She told me get the money and count it
For me when I rake it in
Don’t play no games, ho, you know my name, ho
G G-U-D-D-A, propane flow
Hahaha, yeah uh huh, all right
Uh huh, all right, ugh
Nice tires on the 'Ghini
You should wanna king me
Brain-dead flow: vegetable, zucchini
I live on the beach she
Walk around in her bikini
Girls are like school
And I cut ‘em like seniors
I’m here to distinguish the
Bears from the penguins
Life is just a gap get
Some money in between it
Glocks like police, pumps like Finas
This beat getting totaled: Pam, Keisha, Kima
S Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl
Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural
Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party
Be cool 'fore you get stomped
And pulled out the party
H Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit
Looking for a bad bitch
I give her dinosaur dick
Big bad-flow Weezy, fuck the polices
Church, like a choir and a
Couple of old priestses
Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors
I'm not expecting you to
Have one inside yours, haha
Vince Young, suicide doors, haha
Life’s a bitch now, die for her
I have the type of flow
Niggas don’t have to like (Why's that?)
My rhymes is ambidextrous so I
Don’t have to write (Oh, you ain't know?)
The way I’m eating
Niggas wish they had my appetite (Ugh)
Straight up out of Texas and
I’m major like Applewhite (Haha)
I pour four then, I hit the exit door
('Bout to) take a trip to Macy’s cop
The whole second floor (Gimme that)
Whores smell the scent of money
Coming out my pores (Smell it?)
Yeah, my pockets full of dead
People like a morgue, boy
(Haha) i made it from a flyer to the Forbes
(See me?) young Elvis Freshley, yes
He flyer than a stork (Damn)
Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek
(Ugh) , kicks neat (Fresh)
Got your son looking up to
Me like I’m six feet (Haha)
Your daughter need someone to save her
(What?) , not me (Nah)
I’m knocking hoes down like Laila
(Who?) Ali (yeah) try he
And I'ma put the toaster to your kidney
(Uh, huh) then, I pull off in a Bentley
Top open like a chimney (Goddamn)
Yeah, it’s No Ceilings, like a coliseum
(No Ceilings)
Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea
(That's nasty) the way I'm leaning
I'ma nod if I stand still (Hold up)
Flow harder than an anvil, Short
OK, it's Gudda
Ho! All about my bills like Buffalo
Your bitch under my sheets
I heard she was an undercover ho (Ha)
Purple got me moving slow
Like I’m in a snail race
Pop, pop, pop, three shots to the head
Then I pick up my shell case
Leave 'em with a pale face, yes
I am a Young Money goon
Your girl like a motion picture
She gon’ be coming soon
I do her something rude
I pop her like balloons
I pass her off to Millz
Then drop her off to Tune (Ha)
Couple screws loose
You don't want to play with him
This is No Ceilings, bitch
Roofless like a stadium
We shut down every fucking spot
These bitches see us in
You want us in your club? Well, nigga
Pay us then
All-grey BM, I’m getting it for my baby M
She told me get the money and count it
For me when I rake it in
Don’t play no games, ho, you know my name, ho
G G-U-D-D-A, propane flow