Peggy Bundy lyrics - Lil Wayne

 (Turn me up, YC)

No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne

We took the fucking ceiling off

Brr, hello? I thought a broke nigga said something

I let that four-nickel headbutt him

I turn lil bro to a red puddle

Chop up his dead body, he a dead puzzle

I make a pussy hole beg for me

I fucked your ho like a caveman

I make her scream like a cavewoman

All of these hoes are some head hunters

Fuck on the period, red rubbers

All of my bros are some head busters

Ruby diamonds look like red bubbles

Money jumping call it Bunny Bread

Me and money, we like bread and butter

All the blood coming from his head

He a red head, he look like Peggy Bundy

Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny

Can't swap a thot for a bitty

A lot for a plenty, you know that's a stupid decision

You know that's the newest edition

Exclusive edition, you know it's the Tunechi edition

You know that the roof a decision

The coupe is on skinnies, you know that the coupe is on blades

I'ma come through sittin' on scissors

It's beautiful bitches, you too cute

Two beautiful bitches but my bitch more beautiful, bitches

Bae you too delicious, bae, I'm the key, you the ignition

And we 'bout to vroom to the finish

That's true as religion, and I'm about to do it, I did it

I got the view and the vision

The mula the mission, bow, my shooters ain't missin'

They just shootin', just swish it

Head first with it, make it make sense

With the stove in the kitchen, I'ma make it make sense

Got some hoe that be stripping, I be taking their tips

Got some hoes that got bitches, I be taking their bitch

Warranty good, make sure I get a full refund

'Fore I give her back to the streets

I act like it's sweet, I treat the Lambo like a Nissan

Treat a trap house like a beach

Forever I rep with the set in the chain

I'm cumming, I don't let her know when I came

"I love you", I don't let her know it's a game

I clutch her, I don't let her go and I fuck her

Ain't no pillow talking, ain't no discussion

But she say she gon' hold me down like a button

But I know these hoes can't hold water in a bucket

She dropping shit monthly, period, ooh

All these hoes want is material, ooh

Kobe died, shit all mysterious, damn

Broke bitches start getting weirder, damn

Broke niggas start disappearing, yeah

Rich nigga ain't miss a meal, no

Broke bitches start interfering, damn

I get high and incoherent, damn

I don't know why, bitch ask Siri, yeah

Back in my hood, niggas used to call me Fred Durst

Cause I had that rock white

She bending over but I want some head first

I came in her mouth, drops mic

I thought a broke nigga said something

I hop on my skateboard and shred something

Bust up in that dressed like a red mummy

Repping Blood gang but you bled for me, lil

Brr, hello? I thought a broke nigga said something

I let that four-nickel headbutt him

I turn lil bro to a red puddle

Chop up his dead body, he a dead puzzle

I make a pussy hole beg for me

I fucked your ho like a caveman

I make her scream like a cavewoman

All of these hoes are some head hunters

Fuck on the period, red rubbers

All of my bros are some head busters

Ruby diamonds look like red bubbles

Money jumping call it Bunny Bread

Me and money, we like bread and butter

All the blood coming from his head

He a red head, he look like Peggy Bundy

Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny

Can't swap a thot for a baddie

Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny

You know that's a stupid decision

Hundreds and fifties, got blood on the money

Got blood on the bitches

Blood on the hundreds, blood on the fifties

Where the fuck is the ceilings?