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Mama Mia Lyrics By Lil Wayne

    what’s good brother
    beat ’round the bush and i’ma come around with a bush cutter andlookfor you
    you niggastalkin’ too much shit
    i’m about tofind a good plumber
    y’all lil’ 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 this a hot summer
    but fall dawg i knock a wall off with this sawedoff
    this bitch sound like a hard cough
    i’m a wizard with this mothafucka like i went to hogwarts
    cut the hog head and the tail off
    i’m the nigga bitches put a spell on
    and once it wear off then bitch don’t touch me like a airball
    say slime i done ate slime money tall like 8’9
    but i’m still starvin’ like a skinny model in la slime that plate mine
    hooded up like trayvon no facetime
    i don’t facetime with my new thang
    new tang clan like raekwon i’m stupid nigga
    dumb deaf brazy craycray 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 kufi narcotic abuser
    no needles ’cause my pockets balloonin’
    your partners is poodles
    your bears is cubs your crocodile’s toothless
    tittyfuck your baby mama
    she breastfeed your child while i do it i’m stupid

    your crocodile’s toothless
    tittyfuck your baby mama
    she breastfeed your child while i do it i looped it
    mama mia

    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 tune in a masi’ that’s who in a hyundai
    you stupid or drowsy i pew in the ‘gatti
    pew pew and i got ’em 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 in
    and 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 overate
    we throw them b’s up high as the moon suwu 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 ross and faint
    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

    mama mia
    funeral

    Artist: Lil Wayne

    Year: 2020

    Decade: 20s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 421