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[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]
Okay I'm sipping on the syrup Got a nigga moving slow I'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing all these rap niggas Custom made casket for your motherfucking funeral Keep the women with me Shit I gotta keep like two or more Party everyday ,like we won the fucking Superbowl Chilling with my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy White girl on the table love them sniff the nose candy When I'm walking by the women saying "Who is that nigga?" I replied "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda that nigga." I was raised in the home of the cap splitters Whip on 24's watch it crawl like a caterpillar I come with a toy, boy like a Happy Meal And you's a motherfucking duck, Daffy Dill I'm from the school of hard knocks, where we scrap and kill Pick the knife or gunner, you can get the package deal I'm hot nigga, burning everything around me I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me The streets say I'm king but the game will never crown me Realest nigga doing it just ask the niggas around me So you can't size me up or try to clown, a Shark in the water jump in and I'ma drown you New Orleans nigga, gun out, I'ma down you Put niggas to sleep like a motherfucking downer I'm a great white, you's a flounder Fish and a bitch, I tuna eveything around you U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around you It's Young Money bitch At the top is where they found us, nigga [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uh, goons on deck Marley don't shoot them Silence on the gun Watch a nigga mute them The coach in the booth Call me Jon Gruden School these niggas, they all my students All jokes aside, I ain't playing with your The weed broke down, like a transmission The chopper spin him around, like a ballerina Bitch I'm still spitting like I ate a jalapena I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina My pockets on fat like Joey Cardigena Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault And when it come to beef give me A1 sauce I ain't worried about shit, everything paid out You can catch me courtside at Dwayne Wade house With a high yellow thick bitch, with her legs out Cash Money president, but we in the red house Who the fuck want it? Make my fucking day I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake I got to eat bitch, like a runaway And y'all niggas ain't eating, stomach ache Okay, all these bitches, and niggas still hating I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gaten Fucking with my iPhone, bumping Illmatic I'm on the road to riches, there's just a little traffic Hair still platted, thugging is a habit Keep my guitar, hip-hop Lenny Kravitz Bunch of bad bitches, and I fuck them like rabbits Dope dick Weezy, your girlfriend an addict |
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