Broke Up (Explicit)

2020-08-283:39 minSynced lyrics

"Broke Up (Explicit)" is a song by Lil Wayne, Fre$h, Gudda Gudda, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:39 long and contains 59 lines and 557 words.

Lyrics

0:01(Bangladesh)

0:16No Ceilings, motherfucker

0:31Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me

0:34Brain dead flow, vegetable, zucchini

0:37I live on the beach, she walk around in her bikini

0:41Girls are like school, and I cut ‘em like seniors

0:44I’m here to distinguish the bears from the penguins

0:47Life is just a gap, get some money in between it

0:50Glocks like police, pumps like Finas

0:54This beat getting totalled, Pam, Keisha, Kima

0:57Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl

1:00Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural

1:02Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party

1:07Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party

1:10Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit

1:13Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick

1:17Big, bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices

1:20Church, like a choir and a couple of old priests

1:23Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors

1:27I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours

1:32Vince Young, suicide doors

1:35Life’s a bitch, now die for her

1:39I have the type of flow niggas don’t have to like

1:41My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don’t have to write

1:44(Oh you ain't know?)

1:44The way I’m eating niggas wish they had my appetite

1:47Straight up out of Texas and I’m major like Applewhite

1:51I pour four then I hit the exit door ('Bout to)

1:53Take a trip to Macy’s cop the whole second floor (Gimme that)

1:57Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores (Smell it?)

2:00Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (Haha)

2:03I made it from a flyer to the Forbes (See me?)

2:07Young Elvis Freshley, yes he flyer than the stork (Damn)

2:10Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek (Ugh), kicks neat (Fresh)

2:13Got your son looking up to me like I’m 6 feet (Haha)

2:16Your daughter need someone to save her (What?), not me (Nah)

2:20I’m knocking hoes down like Laila (Who?) Ali (Yeah)

2:23Try heat and I'mma put the toaster to your kidney (Uh-huh)

2:26Then I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney (Goddamn!)

2:30Yeah, it’s No Ceilings, like a coliseum (No Ceilings)

2:34Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea (That's nasty)

2:37The way I'm leaning I'm annoyed if I stand still (Hold up)

2:40Flow harder than an anvil, Short

2:49OK, it's Gudda, ho! All about my Bills like Buffalo

2:53Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover ho

2:56Purple got me moving slow, like I’m in a snail race

2:59Pop-pop-pop, 3 shots to the head then I pick up my shell case

3:02Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a young money goon

3:06Your girl like a motion picture, she gon’ be coming soon

3:09I do her somethin' rude, I pop her like balloons

3:12I pass her off to Millz, then drop her off to Tune

3:16Couple screws lose, you don't want to play with him

3:19This is No Ceilings bitch, roofless like a stadium

3:22We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in

3:26You want us in your club? Well, nigga, pay us then

3:29All-grey BM, I’m getting it for my Baby M

3:32She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in

3:35Don’t play no games ho, you know my name ho

3:39G-U-D-D-A, propane flow

(Bangladesh)
No Ceilings, motherfucker
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 a mural
Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party
Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party
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 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 bitch, now die for her
I have the type of flow niggas don’t have to like
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
Straight up out of Texas and I’m major like Applewhite
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 the stork (Damn)
Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek (Ugh), kicks neat (Fresh)
Got your son looking up to me like I’m 6 feet (Haha)
Your daughter need someone to save her (What?), not me (Nah)
I’m knocking hoes down like Laila (Who?) Ali (Yeah)
Try heat and I'mma 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'm annoyed 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
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 her somethin' 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 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-U-D-D-A, propane flow

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