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conversations.value: Write me a song called Break Up with the following description: Break Up is from Lil' Wayne’s 2009 Mixtape: No Ceilings
  The original version of Break Up was performed by Mario, Gucci Mane and Sean Garrett Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  Bangladesh
  No Ceilings
  , motherfucker
  Hahaha, yeah
  Uh-huh, all right
  Uh-huh, all right, ugh
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  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
  Glocks like police, pumps like Finas
  This beat getting totaled: Pam, Keisha, Kima
  S—Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl
  Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural
  Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party
  Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party
  H—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 priestses
  Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors
  I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours, haha
  Vince Young, suicide doors, haha
  Life’s a bitch; now, die for her [Verse 2: Short Dawg]
  I have the type of flow niggas don’t have to like (Why's that?)
  My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don’t have to write
  (Oh, you ain't know?)
  The way I’m eating, niggas wish they had my appetite (Ugh)
  Straight up out of Texas and I’m major like Applewhite (Haha)
  I pour four; then, I hit the exit door ('Bout to...)
  Take a trip to Macy’s cop the whole second floor (Gimme that)
  Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores (Smell it?)
  Yeah, my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (Haha)
  I made it from a flyer to the Forbes (See me?)
  Young Elvis Freshley,
   
  yes, he flyer than a stork (Damn)
  Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek (Ugh)
  , kicks neat (Fresh)
  Got your son looking up to me like I’m six feet (Haha)
  Your daughter need someone to save her (What?), not me (Nah)
  I’m knocking hoes down like Laila (Who?) Ali (Yeah)
  Try he, and I'ma put the toaster to your kidney (Uh-huh)
  Then, I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney (Goddamn!)
  Yeah, it’s 
  No Ceilings
  , like a coliseum
   (
  No Ceilings
  )
  Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea (That's nasty)
  The way I'm leaning, I'ma nod if I stand still (Hold up)
  Flow harder than an anvil, Short
  [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
  OK, it's Gudda, ho! All about my bills like Buffalo
  Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover ho (Ha)
  Purple got me moving slow, like I’m in a snail race
  Pop, pop, pop, three 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 her something rude, I pop her like balloons
  I pass her off to Millz,
   
  then drop her off to Tune (Ha)
  Couple screws loose, 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—G-U-D-D-A, propane flow