I Don't Like the Look of It
Lil Wayne, Gudda Gudda
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Ok I'm sippin' on the syrup Got a n**** moving slow I'm all about the money What the f*** you think I do it for B**** don't act like you don't know I'm killing all these rap n****s Custom made caskets for you muthaf***a funerals Keep the women with me S*** I gotta keep like two or more Party everyday like we won the f***ing Superbowl Chillin' wit my n**** Mack, he keep b****es handy White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy When I'm walking by the women say ' Who is that n****?' I replied 'Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n****' I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters Whip on 24's watch it crawl like a caterpillar I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal And yous a muthaf***in' 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 n****, 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 Realist n**** doin' it just ask the n****s around me So you cant size me up or try to clown uh Shark in the water jump in and Imma drown ya New Orleans n****, Gun out, Imma down ya Put n****s to sleep like a muthaf***in' downer Imma Great White, yous a flounder Fish and a b**** I tuna eveything around ya U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya It's Young Money B**** At the top is where they found us Uh, Goons on deck Marley don't shoot em' Silence on the gun Watch a n**** mute em' The coach in the booth Call me Jon Gruden School these n****s, they all my students All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit cha The weed broke down, like a transmission Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina B**** I'm still spittin' like I ate a Jalapeno I'm from uptown, my b**** from Argentina My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce I ain't worryin' bout s***, Everything paid out You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house Wit a high yellow thick b**** wit her legs out Cash Money president but we in a red house Who the f*** want it? Make my f***in' day I blow your candles out, now n**** cut that cake I gotta eat b****es, like a run-away Y'all n****s ain't eatin, stomach ache Ok, all these b****es, And n****s still hatin I used to be ballin', But now I'm Bill Gate'n F***in with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits Dope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh
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Written by: Rondell II Cobbs, Dwayne Carter, Carl E. Lilly
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