Mama Mia Lyrics Lil Wayne

Mama Mia Lyrics Lil Wayne Starts

What’s, good brother?
Beat around, the bush, I’ma come around with a, bush cutter and look for you,
These migga, talking too much shit
I’m about to find, a good plumber
Lot a migga ,is some foot soldiers, I’m a foot fungus
You dead brother
I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me, like a red button
I’m gon’ headbutt you like “Bang, bang, bang, bang”
Till ,your heart stop drumming
I shoot ,you while the sun don’t shine, it’s a hot summer
But, fall dawg, and I go all off with, this sawed-off
This which ,sound like hard cough
I’m a wizard with the, like I went to Hogwarts
Cut the hog ,head and the tail off
I’m the migga which put their spell on
And once it wear off
Then which don’t touch me like a air ball
Say it’s slime, I done eight slam
Money ,tall like 8’9″
But I’m ,still starving like a skinny, model in that lace line
That plate mine

Note:Harden Lyrics Lil Wayne

Hooded up like Trayvon, no FaceTime
I don’t Face Time, with my new ,thang
New thang clan, like Raekwon, I’m stupid migga
Dumb, dead, brazy, cray-cray, blind
But, I still see in the dark migga
Dark, migga, Akon
I’m on my shit like ,maggots
And ,they then they grow and, they fly
Got real, which with ,fake as
With real views, and fake eyes
It’s stupid, I’m stupid
I’m out of my ,coffin, narcotic
No needles, ’cause my pockets ballooning
Your, partners is poodles
Your ,bears is cubs, your crocodile’s toothless
your, baby mama
She ,breast-feed your child while I do it
I’m stupid

Your crocodile’s toothless
your ,baby mama
She breast-feed your child while I do it
I looped, it

I’m out of my Tunechi, I’m mindin’ my Tunechi
I’m shinin’ my Uzi
They ,find ’em, I lose ’em, I’m hiding out
Hopin’ I don’t smell, like all these I’m douching
Droppin’ these jewels, it’s precious like I’m droppin’ my jewelry
I’m out of my Gucci, you not on my Gucci, that’s not an exclusive
Designers, excuse me
Massages masseuse me, oops I mean masseuses massage me
I’m gruesome, I’m grimey
Turn you and lil’ mami
To tuna, salami
You puking, she vomit
That’s ,beautiful science
That’s, two in a Mazi’
That’s, two in a hunzi
You stupid, I’m drowsy
I pewin’ in the Gati
Pew, pew and I got ’em
Pew, pew and I got ’em
Lil’ Tunechi a shotta
Come through, with my shottas
Get you and your dollas
Turn a migga, noodle to nada
Find it amusing, it’s like it’s a movie
This, life is a movie
You died, in the movie
I write, and produce it
I cried ,as I view it
I’m lying, I’m goofing, I’m tying my nooses
Lighting my fluids, ignition influence, wait
Retire, like Ewings
I’m high, like I flew
My wife, looking Jewish, wait
My money, look Arabic
Big blunt, looking Cuban
My eyes, look Korean
The coke, look Peruvian, wait
She European, and she from Aruba, she from ,the States
Ass overseas, foreign, foo, we over eight
We throw them B’s up high as the moon, soon it’s space
I come from Mars, but I act like I’m from the Planet of the Apes
Mansion ,with a gate, with some nice, landscapes
That Atlantic ,across the way
Don’t ask me, what I make
I’ma be answering all day
Got a hammock, I’ma lay with a , which with just a, bandanna on her face
And I just, took off, err- and, landed on her face
I cannonball ,her face
her to some, Diana Rossin’ fake
Damn, I lost the faith, don’t judge me, I took the stand ,and fought the case
You can’t avoid the Drac’, drip, bands, I’m feeling’ Shannon Sharpe today
Big rocks in my, mouth, can’t remember, how many asteroids I ate
Your pastor, called today, I told him that your, casket on the way
Now pass the ,phone to bae
I’m bringing a pole, you dancing on his grave
He faker than, the lashes on his babe
I’m like lashes, on a slave
I’m ashing, on his head
He ain’t got no ,credit and his Apple card is dead
What’s in your, wallet?

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