Lil Wayne – Peggy Bundy Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Peggy Bundy – Lil Wayne

Brr, hello
I thought a broke n**ga 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 p**sy hole beg for me

I f**ked your ho like a caveman
I make her scream like a cavewoman
All of these h*es are some head hunters
F**k on the period, red rubbers
All of my bros are some head busters
Ruby diamonds look like red bubbles

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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 b**ches, you too cute
Two beautiful b**ches
But my b**ch more beautiful, b**ches
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 h*e that be stripping
I be taking their tips
Got some h*es that got b**ches
I be taking their b**ch

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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 f**k 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 h*es can’t hold water in a bucket
She dropping s**t monthly, period, ooh

All these h*es want is material, ooh
Kobe died, s**t all mysterious, damn
Broke b**ches start getting weirder, damn
Broke n**gas start disappearing, yeah
Rich n**ga ain’t miss a meal, no
Broke b**ches start interfering, damn
I get high and incoherent, damn
I don’t know why, b**ch ask Siri, yeah

Back in my hood, n**gas 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 n**ga 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 n**ga 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 p**sy hole beg for me

I f**ked your ho like a caveman
I make her scream like a cavewoman
All of these h*es are some head hunters
F**k 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 b**ches
Blood on the hundreds, blood on the fifties
Where the f**k is the ceilings…

➤ Written by Lil Wayne
Album: No Ceilings 3
Produced by YC
Lil Wayne | 2020

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