Bun B - Wedding Shells lyrics

[Hook - Bun B] Let's make it pop just like a wedding shell Let's make it pop just like a wedding shell Let's make it pop just like a wedding shell Let's make it pop just like a wedding shell [Verse 1 - Adil Omar] I've got my phasers on stun And if I live just like my daddy I'll be dead at 41 And there's no cure for these genetics I take no measures In a land of cricket bats And gods and generals and guns Black label, Hitchens' portions Little green bag like I'm Mr. Orange Robin Hood with a fist of fortune Mother Teresa; kiss the orphans Heal the sick like a feudal Jesus My skull is a pool of secrets f** a thulla, corrupt policemen Gave me beatings cause of who I eat with Make bonds with the arms of henchmen Charlton Heston gun collection Laid out in the bedroom, I sh** you not playa Tons of weapons And a hun's aggression Gangsta rap be my son's obsession And stay addicted to seduction But that's just one confession Here's my one concession Can't stay sane in this one direction Can't face pain, man, f** depression Sip this poison; love and blessings They say the mavericks get sent to hell So make that motherf**er pop just like a wedding shell [Hook - Bun B and Adil Omar] Let that motherf**er pop just like a wedding shell Let that motherf**er pop just like a wedding shell Let that motherf**er pop just like a wedding shell Let that motherf**er pop just like a wedding shell [Verse 2 - Bun B] Hold up OK the trill OG is coming through Live my life just like my daddy, still alive at 42 Will I live to 43, guess you'll have to wait and see Until then I'll keep it G, be the same ol' big Bun B Raised among the wolves Ran the planes and ate the livestock If I saw my natural prey, I had that 45 co*ked I was born a carnivore, learned how to live off leaves Now it's only 40 ounces when I run with 40 thieves It's nothing up my sleeves I wore my tank top Sound off, hitting rounds go off See that tank pop Nothing to alarm you, cause it's not meant to harm you That's just how we celebrate Making bullets levitate Better not be featherweight Cause this ain't for the weak (why?) Cause where these brothers come from You could die for what you speak So let your voice be heard If they hate it, f** it, give 'em hell And let that motherf**er pop just like a wedding shell [Hook - Bun B and Adil Omar] Let that motherf**er pop just like a wedding shell Let that motherf**er pop just like a wedding shell Let that motherf**er pop just like a wedding shell Let that motherf**er pop just like a wedding shell