Lil Wayne - Break Up Ft. Lil Twist & Gudda Gudda | Текст песни

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• Break Up Ft. Lil Twist & Gudda Gudda

[Intro - Lil Wayne]
No Ceilings motherfucker
Uhh, alright, uh huh, alright, uh

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nice tires on the Ghini
You should want to 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 them 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 fenas
This beat getting totalled
Pam, Keisha, Kema
Sitting on the world
Thinking about a girl
Pistol on my side
Paint you like mural
Dig in my pocket
Pulled out the party
Be cool before you get stumped and pulled out the party
Ho-Hollygrove shit, I’m on my Hollygrove shit
Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick
Big bad flow Weezy, fuck the police’s
Church like a choir and a couple of old priest’s
Elevator in my crib cause its five floors
I’m not expecting you to have one inside yours, haha
Vince Young, suicide doors, haha
Life’s a bitch, and I’d die for her

[Verse 2 - Short Dawg]
I have the type of flow niggas don’t have to like
My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don’t have to write
The way I’m eating niggas wish they had my appetite
Straight up out of Texas and I’m major like apple white
I pour a four then I hit the exit door
Take a trip to Macy’s, cop the whole second floor
Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores
Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue bore
I made it from a flyer to the Forbes
Young Elvis Freshly, yes he flyer than a stork
Dropping babies off and your chicks cheek, kicks neat
Got your son looking up to me like I’m 6 feet
Your daughter needs someone to save her, not me
I knocking hoes down like Leila Ali
Try me and I’mma put the toaster to your kidney
Then I pull off in a Bentley top open like a chimney
God Damn, it’s No Ceilings like a Coliseum
Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea
The way I’m leaning, I’mma nod if I stand still
Flow harder than an anvil, Short

[Verse 3 - Gudda Gudda]
Okay, it’s 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 I’m in a snail race
Pop, pop, pop, 3 shots to the head
Then I pick up my shell case
Leave them with a pale face
Yes, I am a Young Money goon
Your girl like a motion picture, she gonna be cumming soon
I do her something rude, I pop her like balloons
I pass her off to Millz, then drop her off to Tune
Couple screws lose, 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 ya club, well nigga pay us then
All grey BM, I’m getting 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 hoe
You know my name hoe
G-U-D-D-A, propane flow

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