Lil Wayne – Broke Up (feat. Fre$h & Gudda Gudda) Lyrics

Broke Up

Lil Wayne (feat. Fre$h & Gudda Gudda)

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"Broke Up." - Lil Wayne (feat. Fre$h & Gudda Gudda)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:20 am

Album: No Ceilings

Track No: 04

(Bangladesh)
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna kin' 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 gettin' totalled, Pam, Keisha, Kima
Sittin' on the world, thinkin' '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
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 priests
Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors
I'm not expectin' you to have one inside yours
Vince Young, suicide doors
Life's a bitch, now die for her
I have the type of flow **** 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 eatin' **** wish they had my appetite
Straight up out of Texas and I'm major like Applewhite
I pour a 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 comin' out my pores (Smell it?)
Yeah, my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (Ha-ha)
I made it from a flyer to the Forbes (See me?)
Young Elvis Freshley, yes, he flyer than the stork (Damn)
Droppin' babies off in your chick's cheek (Ugh), kicks neat (Fresh)
Got your son lookin' up to me like I'm 6 feet (Ha-ha)
Your daughter need someone to save her (What?), not me (Nah)
I'm knockin' hoes down like Laila (Who?) Ali (Yeah)
Try heat and I'ma 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 drippin' like gonorrhea (That's nasty)
The way I'm leanin', I'm annoyed if I stand still (Hold up)
Flow harder than an anvil, Short
OK, 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 movin' 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 comin' 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 fuckin' spot these bitches see us in
You want us in your club? Well, ****, pay us then
All-grey BM, I'm gettin' 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 hoe, you know my name hoe
G-U-D-D-A, propane flow

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Radric Davis, Garrett Hamler, Shondrae Crawford, Carl Lilly & Supreme Williams.

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