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[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] Okay I'm sippin' on the syrup Got a nigga movin' slow I'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it fo'? Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killin' all these rap niggas Custom made casket for yo' muthafuckin' funeral Keep the women with me Shit I gotta keep like two or mo' Party everyday like we won the fuckin' Superbowl Chillin' wit' my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy White girl on the table love them sniff the nose candy When I'm walkin' by the women say "Who is that nigga?" I replied "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda that nigga." I was raised in the home of da cap splitters Whip on 24?s watch it crawl like a caterpillar I come wit' a toy, boy like a Happy Meal And you's a muthafuckin' 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, burnin' 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 Realist nigga doin' it just ask the niggas 'round me So you can't size me up or try to clown, a Shark in the water jump in and I'ma drown ya New Orleans nigga, gun out, I'ma down ya Put niggas to sleep like a muthafuckin' downer I'm a great white, you's a flounder Fish and a bitch I tuna eveything around ya U-Haul Gudda, movin' everything around ya It's Young Money bitch At the top is where they found us [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uhh, goons on deck Marley don't shoot 'em Silence on the gun Watch a nigga mute 'em The coach in the booth Call me Jon Gruden School these niggas, they all my students All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit'cha The weed broke down, like a transmission The choppa spin him 'round, like a ballerina Bitch I'm still spittin' like I ate a jalapeno I'm from uptown my bitch from Argentina My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena Stuttin' so hard it's all y'all fault And when it come to beef give me A1 sauce I ain't worry 'bout shit everything paid out You can catch me court side at Dwayne Wade house With a high yellow thick bitch with her legs out Cash Money president but we in a Red House Who the fuck want it? Make my fucking day I'll blow your candles out now nigga cut the cake I gotta eat bitch like a runaway Y'all niggas ain't eatin', stomachache Ok, all these bitches and niggas still hatin' I used to be ballin', but now I'm Bill Gate-ing Fuckin' with my iPhone bumpin' Illmatic I'm on the road to riches, it's just a lil traffic Hair still platted, thuggin' is a habit Keep my guitar, Hip Hop Lenny Kravitz Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict Uhhh |