Mama Mia lyrics

[Verse 1]

What's good, brother?

Beat 'round the bush and I'ma come around with a bush cutter and look for you

You niggas talkin' too much shit

I'm about to find 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 sawed-off

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, 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 Kufi, 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

[Bridge]

Your crocodile's toothless

Titty-fuck your baby mama

She breastfeed your child while I do it, I looped it

(Mama Mia)

[Verse 2]

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?

[Outro]

(Mama Mia)

Funeral

• Artist:Lil Wayne
• Album:Funeral