Broke Up

(Bangladesh)

No Ceilings, motherfucker

Uh-huh, alright

Uh-huh, alright

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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 totaled, Pam, Keisha, Kima

Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl

Pistol on my side, paint you like 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

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

Hood smell the scent of money coming out my pores

Yeah, my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy

I made it from a flyer to the Forbes

Young Elvis Freshley, yes, he flyer than the stork

Dropping babies off in your chicks cheek, kicks neat

Got your son looking up to me like I'm 6 feet

Your daughter need someone to save her, not me

I'm knocking hoes down like Laila Ali

Try heat and I'ma put the toaster to your kidney

Then I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney

Yeah, it's No Ceilings like a coliseum

Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea

The way I'm leaning, I'm annoyed if I stand still

Flow harder than an anvil

Short

Okay, 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, three 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 loose, you don't wanna 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