Lil Wayne - Mama Mia (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - Mama Mia (en) Lyrics
What's good, brother?
Beat around the bush
I'ma come around with a bush
cutter and look for you
These niggas talkin' too much
shit
I'm about to find a good
plumber
Lot a niggas 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
The gun headbutt you like "bang,
bang, bang, bang"
Til your
heart stop drummin'
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 bitch sound like hard
cough
I'm a wizard
with the muhfucka
Like I went to hogwartz
Cut the hog head and the tail
off
I'm the nigga bitches
put their spell on
And once it wear off
Then bitch don't touch
me like a air ball
Say slime, I done ate slime,
money tall like 8'9"
But I'm still
starvin' like a
Skinny model in that lace
line, that plate mine
Hooded up like trayvon, no
facetime
I don't facetime, with my new
thang
New thang clan, like raekwon,
I'm stupid, nigga
Dumb, dead, brazy, cray-cray,
blind
But I still see in the dark,
nigga
Dark nigga, akon
I'm on my
shit like maggots
And they then
they grow and they fly
Got real bitches
with fake asses
With real
views and fake eyes
It's stupid, I'm stupid
I'm out of my coffin,
narcotic abuser
No needles, 'cause my
pockets balloonin'
Your partners is poodles
Your bears is cubs, your
crocodile's toothless
Titty-fuck your baby mama
She breastfeed your child
while I do it
I'm stupid
Your
crocodile's toothless
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 hidin' out
Hopin' I don't smell like
All these fuckin' vaginas
I'm douchin'
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
Massagers masseuse me, oops I
mean masseuses massage me
I'm gruesome, I'm grimey
Turn you and lil'
mami to tuna salami
You pukin', she vomit, that's
beautiful science
That's two in a mazi', that's
who in a hyundai
You stupid or drowsy? I
pewin' in the 'gatti
Pew, pew and I got 'em
Lil' tunechi a shotta
Come through
with my shottas
Catch you and your thotta
Turn a nigga
noodle to nada
Find it amusin', 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 lyin', I'm goofin',
I'm tyin' my nooses
Lightin' my fluids, ignitin'
influence, wait
Retire like ewings, I'm
high like I flew
My wife
lookin' jewish, wait
My money look arabic,
blunt lookin' cuban
My eyes look korean
The coke look
peruvian, wait
She european and she from aruba,
she from the states
Ass overseas, pussy foreign
food, we over ate
We throw them b's up high as
the moon
Suwoo in 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
The atlantic across the way,
don't ask me what I make
I'ma be answerin' all day
Got a hammock, I'ma lay
With a naked bitch with just
a bandana on her face
And I just
psstt, took off
Errr- and
landed on her face
I cannonballed her face
Fuck 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 bayless, I'm feelin'
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 bringin' a pole, you
dancin' on his grave
He faker than the lashes on
his babe
I'm like
lashes on a slave
I'm ashin' on his head
He ain't got no credit and
his apple card is dead
What's in your wallet?
Funeral
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