Chords for Lil Wayne - Mama Mia (Official Video)

_ _ _ _ _ What's good brother be running pushing them come around with a bush cutter and look for you you niggas [Ab] talking too much shit.
I'm about to find a good plumber.
[C] Y'all niggas some foot soldiers.
I'm a foot fungus you dead brother.
I'm the killer but don't push me like a red button a gun.
But you like bang bang bang bang till your heart [Bb] stop coming.
I [Gm] shoot you out the Sun don't shine.
It's a hot summer before I go all up with this [C] side off.
They bitch sound like a hog cough.
I'm a wizard with the motherfucker like I went to Hogwarts cut the hog _ .
I'm the nigga bitches put a spell on and once it wear off.
Then bitch don't touch me like a hairball say slime out of a slime money tall like eight nine.
But I'm still starving like a skinny model when that lace line that plate mine put it up like tray vine.
No face time on face time with my new thing new thing clean like great wine.
I'm stupid nigga dumb.
Death brazen cray cray blind, but I still see in the dark nigga duck nigga.
Hey, I'm all my shit like Mac and then they grow and they fly.
I rub it with fake asses with real views and fake guys.
It's [Gm] no I'm still.
_ [G] I'm out of my cool and narcotic abuse.
I know needles cuz my pockets [C] ballooning your partners.
It's cool to show get this car to crack it down to the city, but your baby mama.
She best be your child.
I do [N] it.
Your _ _ _ crocodiles to listen to fuck your baby mama.
She breastfeed your child while I do it.
I looped it _ .
_ for me.
_ _ I'm out of my toon.
She I'm mining my toon.
She I'm [E] shining my oh, [B] they find on my lose.
I'm I'm hiding now [E] hoping I don't smell like all these fuckin [B] but John is I'm douche it dropping these [C] jewels.
It's precious like I'm dropping my jewelry.
I'm out of my Gucci.
You're [Db] not on my Gucci.
That's [Cm] not an exclusive.
[C] Designers, excuse me massage.
Excuse me.
Oops.
I mean masseuse the massage me.
I'm gruesome.
I'm dropping you _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ I _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ Mean _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ .
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ I'm _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ .
Fuckin to some Diana Ross and fake damn.
I lost the fate.
Don't judge me.
I took the stand and fought the case you can't avoid the Drake drip balance.
I'm feeling Shannon shop the day big rocks in my mind.
Can't remember how many asteroids I ate your pastor called the day.
I told him that your casket on the way now pastor phone a bait.
I'm bringing a pole you dancing on his grave.
He [C] faked it.
Lashes on his babe.
I'm like lashes on the slave.
I'm ashing on this.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .