Break Up
Lil Wayne Feat Short Dawg & Gudda Gudda Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
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
This beat getting totalled, 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
Ha-Ha 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
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'mma put the toaster to your kidney
Then I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney
It’s no ceilings like a Coliseum
Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhoea
The way I'm leaning I'm annoyed if I stand still
Flow harder than an anvil
Short
Ok, its 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 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 coming soon
I do a certain rule, I pop her like balloons
I pass her off to Mills 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 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
The song "Break Up" by Lil Wayne featuring Short Dawg and Gudda Gudda is a rap song that revolves around the artists' experiences with women and money. The song features three different verses, with each rapper expressing their own unique style and lyrical content. The first verse by Lil Wayne talks about his fame, wealth, and interactions with women. He asserts his dominance and superiority over others using witty wordplay and similes such as comparing his flow to a "brain dead vegetable zucchini.". He also mentions how life is just a gap and the importance of getting money in between to fill it.
The second verse by Short Dawg focuses on his aspirations and success story. He talks about his rise to fame and how he made it from a flyer to Forbes. He uses vivid imagery to describe his wealth and the way he spends it, like hitting the exit door after pouring four and purchasing the entire second floor of Macy's. He also mentions how his pockets are full of dead people and compares himself to Elvis Presley.
In the final verse by Gudda Gudda, he talks about his experiences with women and money. He mentions how he is all about his bills like buffalo and how he picks up women and passes them on to other members of the Young Money crew. He also talks about his drug use and how it impairs his judgment, using vivid imagery to describe his actions. He asserts his dominance like the other rappers before him, stating that they shut down every spot they go to and demand payment for appearances.
Overall, the song is a typical rap song that focuses on fame, wealth, and women. The artists use witty wordplay, clever metaphors, and similes to assert their dominance and superiority over others. The song also showcases the unique style and lyrical content of each rapper.
Line by Line Meaning
Nice tires on the Ghini, you should wanna king me
My car's got nice tires and you should recognize my royalty status
Brain dead flow, vegetable, zucchini
My flow is so effortless, it's like a vegetable, specifically a zucchini
I live on the beach, she walk around in her bikini
I live on the beach and my girl is wearing her bikini while walking around
Girls are like school, and I cut ‘em like seniors
I compare girls to school and I cut them loose like seniors
I’m here to distinguish,the bears from the penguins
I'm here to tell the difference between those who are tough or soft
Life is just a gap, get some money in between it
Life is just a gap, but we should make sure we have money and success in between
Glocks like police, pumps like fenas
I have a Glock similar to the ones police officers have, while my friend has a pump like one used by drug dealers
This beat getting totalled, Pam, Keisha, Kima
The beat is being destroyed like how Pam, Keisha, and Kima are in the TV show Martin
Sitting on the World, thinking 'bout a girl
I'm reflecting on life while thinking about a girl
Pistol on my side, paint you like mural
I have my pistol with me and I will paint a picture of you like a mural
Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a good time
Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party
Be calm or you'll get kicked out of the party
Ha-Ha Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit
I'm reppin' my neighborhood Hollygrove
Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick
I'm looking for a desirable woman and when I find her, I have great sex with her
Big, bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices
My flow is top-notch and I don't like the police
Church like a choir and a couple of old priests
The church is like a choir with old priests
Elevator in my crib cause it's five floors
I have an elevator in my house because it has five floors
I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours
I don't expect you to have an elevator in your house
Vince Young, suicide doors
My car has suicide doors like Vince Young's
Life’s a bitch, now die for her
Life can be tough, but we should live it to the fullest
I have the type of flow niggas don’t have to like
My flow is unique and doesn't have to be liked by everyone
My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don’t have to write
My rhymes can be flexible in terms of writing
The way I’m eating niggas wish they had my appetite
The way I'm succeeding makes others envious of my hard work and success
Straight up out of Texas and I’m major like Applewhite
I'm from Texas and I'm a major player like Major Applewhite
I pour four then I hit the exit door
I take four shots and then leave the party quickly
Take a trip to Macy’s cop the whole second floor
I shop at Macy's and I'm enough of a baller to buy the whole second floor
Hood smell the scent of money coming out my pores
I have so much money that it's almost like it's coming out of my skin
Yes my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy
My pockets are full of cash as if I'm storing dead bodies in them
I made it from a flyer to the Forbes
I went from being a nobody to making it big in Forbes magazine
Young Elvis Freshley, yes he flyer than the stork
I am fresh and fly like Elvis Presley and even the stork
Dropping babies off in your chicks cheek, kicks neat
I'm having sex with your girl and leaving behind some babies while looking fresh in my sneakers
Got your son looking up to me like I’m 6 feet
Your son admires me so much that he looks up to me like I'm six feet tall
Your daughter need someone to save her, not me
Your daughter needs someone to help her, but I'm not the man for the job
I’m knocking hoes down like Laila Ali
I'm having sex with women like a boxer knocking down an opponent, specifically like Laila Ali
Try heat and I'mma put the toaster to your kidney
If you try to shoot me, I'll defend myself by putting a toaster to your kidney
Then I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney
After the incident, I leave in my open-top Bentley, similar to a chimney stack
It’s no ceilings like a Coliseum
There are no limits like in the Coliseum
Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhoea
My car is candy color with the paint looking like it's dripping, like gonorrhea
The way I'm leaning I'm annoyed if I stand still
I'm leaning so much that I'm uncomfortable if I stand still
Flow harder than an anvil
My flow is tough as steel like an anvil
All about my bills like buffalo
I care about my money and bills like a buffalo
Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover ho
Your girl is having sex with me in secret, because she's an undercover prostitute
Purple got me moving slow, like I’m in a snail race
Purple drank is making me move slowly, like a snail race
Pop pop pop 3 shots to the head, then I pick up my shell case
I shot someone three times and then I picked up the bullet shells
Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a young money goon
I left the victim pale and shocked, and yes, I am a goon associated with Lil Wayne's Young Money squad
Your girl like a motion picture she gon’ be coming soon
Your girlfriend is like a movie, and she'll be in the next scene soon
I do a certain rule, I pop her like balloons
I have a particular way of having sex, I 'pop' her like a balloon
I pass her off to Mills then drop her off to Tune
After having sex with her, I give her over to my friend Mills, and then my other friend, Tune
Couple screws lose, you don't want to play with him
I'm a little bit crazy, and it's not a good idea to mess with me
This is No Ceilings bitch, roofless like a stadium
This is the No Ceilings mixtape where there are no limits, like a roofless stadium
We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in
We make every club or party we go to, so hype that everyone wants to be there with us
You want us in your club well nigga pay us then
If you want us to come to your club or party, then you better pay us well
All grey BM, I’m getting it for my baby M
I have a grey BMW and I got it for my significant other with the initial 'M'
She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in
My girl wants me to make money and count it for her once I earn it
Don’t play no games ho
Don't mess around, ho
You know my name ho
You already know my name, ho
G-U-D-D-A propane flow
I'm Gudda with a hot flow, like propane
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHARLIE RICH
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
JustARegularGuy
Just bumping this whole mixtape & Wayne is with out a doubt the greatest to ever do it! It’s not up for debate! 🤷🏽♂️
Kanez Williams
Ryan John He needs to "STOP" his "Social Commentary"!!!!!
Tyler Kittrell
And now he’s straight trash while Eminem is still great
Tyler Kittrell
Denzel Poublo Wayne has not come out with anything decent in forever. I love no ceilings and carter 2/Carter 3. But he’s been so trash lately. Eminem is still coming out with albums and verses that are fireeeee to this day. Look up the Friday night cypher with big Sean he did the other day
Beast24
🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐 He made a monster in drake 🦉🦉🦉
Krabby Krabby
In the 20's imo.
Itza me toad
Man I remember Graduating High School when this shit dropped. it will forever be the greatest mix tape. Lil Wayne is truly the Greatest of all time.
Yourmom
Yeah at this point …it is..smh had to come back cuz I’m doing a debate
Tom Tomson
Brings me back to highschool, we had this shit bumping so loud the rearview mirror was a blur and it knocked the cherry out the blunt
zim
Facts bruh!!