- Lil Wayne Break Up 歌詞
- Lil Wayne
- Nice tires on the Ghini
You should wanna king me
Brain dead flow, vegetable zuchini
I live on the beach
She walk around in her bikini
Girls are like a school
And I cut em like seniors
Im here to distinguish
The bears from the penguins
Life is just a gap,
Get some money in between it
Glocks like police
Pumps like FEMAs
This beat gettin totaled
Pam, Keisha, Kema
Sittin on the world
Thinkin bout a girl
Pistol on my side
Paint you like mural
Dig in my pocket
Pulled out a party
Be cool before you get stumped and pulled out the party
H-H-Hollygrove shit, Im on my Hollygrove shit
Lookin 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 priest-es
Elevator in my crib cause its five floors
Im not expectin you to have one inside yours
Vince Young, suicide doors
Lifes a bitch, now die for her
[Verse Two - Short Dawg]
I have the type of flow niggas dont have to like
My rhymes is ambidextrous so I dont have to write
The way Im eating niggas wish they had my appetite
Straight up out of Texas and Im major like Apple white
I pull four then I hit the exit door
Take a trip to Macys cop the whole second floor
Hood smell the scent of money coming out my pores
Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy
I made it from a flier to the Forbes, (see me )
Young Elvis Freshly, yes he flier than the store
Dropping babies out and your chicks cheek, kicks neat
Got your son looking up to me like Im 6 feet
Your daughter need someone to save her, not me
I knocking hoes down like Layla Ali
Try he and Im a put the toaster to ya kidney
Then I pull off in a Bentley top open like a chimney
Damn, its no ceilings like a Colosseum
Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea
The way Im leaning Im annoyed if I stand still
Flow harder than an anvil
Short
[Verse Three - Gudda Gudda]
Okay, its Gudda hoe
All about my Bills like Buffalo
Your bitch under my sheets
I heard she was an undercover hoe
Purple got me moving slow
Like Im in a snail race
Pop pop pop 3 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 be cummin soon
I do a certain rule, I pop her like balloons
I dance her of to Mills and drop her off the tune
Couple screws lose, wanna play with him
This is No Ceilings bitch, ruthless like a stadium
We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in
You want us club, well nigga pay us then
All grey B.M., Im getting from my baby M
She told us get the money and count it for me when I rake it in
Dont play no games hoe
You know my name hoe
G-U-D-D-A, propane flow
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