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I Don't Like the Look of It (feat. Gudda Gudda)

[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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