Gudda Gudda ft Lil Wayne - Willy Wonka [NoDJ/DIRTY]+Lyrics video free download

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[Gudda Gudda]

Okay, Im sippin on the syrup

Got a nigga moving slow

Im all about the money

What the fuck you think I do it for?

Bitch dont act like you dont know

Im killing all these Rap niggas

Custom made casket for your motherfuckin funerals

Keep the women with me

Shit I gotta keep like two or more

Party everyday like we won the fucking Superbowl

Chillin wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy

White girl on the table, love them sniff the nose candy

When Im walking by the women say Who is that nigga?

I reply: Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that nigga

I was raised in the home of the Cap Splitters

Whip on 24s, watch it crawl like a caterpillar

I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal

And yous a motherfuckin duck, Daffy Dill

Im from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill

Pick the knife or gun and you can get the package deal

Im hot nigga, burning everything around me

I was lost for a minute, took a while but I found me

The streets say Im King, but the game will never crown me

Realist nigga doin it, just ask the niggas 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 nigga, gun out, Imma down ya

Put niggas to sleep like a motherfuckin downer

Imma Great White, yous a flounder

Fish and a bitch, I tuna everything around ya

U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya

Its Young Money bitch

At the top is where they found us nigga

[Lil Wayne]

Uhh, goons on deck

Marley dont 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 aint playin witcha

The weed broke down, like a transmission

The Choppa spin him round, like a ballerina

Bitch Im still spittin like I ate a Jalapeno

Im from Uptown, my bitch from Argentina

My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena

Stunt so hard, its all yall fault

And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce

I aint worryin bout shit, everything paid out

You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wades 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 fuckin day

I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake

I gotta eat bitch, like a run-away

Yall niggas aint eatin stomach ache

Okay, all these bitches and niggas still hatin

I used to be ballin, but now Im Bill Gatein

Fuckin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic

Im on the road to riches, theres 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