Bangladesh - Break Up lyrics

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Bangladesh - Break Up lyrics

[Intro] (Bangladesh) No Ceilings, motherf**er [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 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 totalled, Pam, Keisha, Kima Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl Pistol on my side, paint you like mural Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party Ha-Ha Hollygrove sh**, I'm on my Hollygrove sh** Looking for a bad b**h, I give her dinosaur dick Big, bad flow Weezy, f** the polices Church, like a choir and a couple of old priests Elevator in my crib cause it's five floors I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours Vince Young, suicide doors Life's a b**h, now die for her [Verse 2: Short Dawg] I have the type of flow n***as don't have to like My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don't have to write The way I'm eating n***as wish they had my appetite Straight up out of Texas and I'm major like Applewhite I pour four then I hit the exit door Take a trip to Macy's 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 flyer to the Forbes Young Elvis Freshley, yes he flyer than the stork Dropping babies off in your chicks cheek, kicks neat Got your son looking up to me like I'm 6 feet Your daughter need someone to save her, not me I'm knocking hoes down like Laila Ali Try heat and I'mma put the toaster to your kidney Then I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney It's no ceilings like a Coliseum Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhoea The way I'm leaning I'm annoyed if I stand still Flow harder than an anvil Short [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Ok, its Gudda ho All about my bills like buffalo Your b**h under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover ho 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 '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 a certain rule, I pop her like balloons I pa** her off to Mills then drop her off to Tune Couple screws lose, you don't want to play with him This is No Ceilings b**h, roofless like a stadium We shut down every f**ing spot these b**hes see us in You want us in your club well n***a 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-U-D-D-A propane flow

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