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    [Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]
    Uh, uh, uh, uhh, yeah, okay
    I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
    Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
    You know what I do, I, get straight to the mula

    Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
    I?m reppin? Young Mula, Gudda times 2, I
    Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
    Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts

    What the fuck you niggas talkin? ?bout, cause we ain?t tryin? talk it out
    Pistol hangin? out my jeans, it ain?t a thing, lets spark it out
    Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I?m out
    Yeah, you know what I?m sippin?, purple got me trippin?

    Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
    I?m on South Beach chillin? and I?m tryin? to fuck every hottie
    Get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody
    You know the team, it?s Young Money over everybody
    In the rap game, so it?s fuck everybody

    [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]

    Married to the mob, bury you alive
    My girl pussy feel like heaven to a God
    And I came in this bitch with my niggas
    Kidnap the baby and the fuckin? babysitter, yeah

    I be doin? me, don?t give a fuck ?bout what you doin?
    Blood gang bitch, big B?s, Boston Bruins
    I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin? to it
    Bullets fuck your body up, they ain?t even tryna view it

    I go tough, I go stupid
    Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
    Fuck you with a pool stick
    Make you swallow tooth picks

    Fuckin? right we ruthless
    We done watched too many movies
    Then smoked too many doobies
    Murk you out, then deuces

    We don?t know what truce is
    That bullet proof vest so useless
    Flag red like bruises
    Shoot ya head with them Uzi?s

    I swear, your honor, I ain?t a dealer, I?m a user, ya dig
    I load up the cig, point it at ya wig
    Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
    We don?t give a fuck, and we ain?t never did

    Shit, three words you never hear: let him live
    I?m in my own zone, it got me throwed off
    I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off
    Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape

    Public apology, sorry for the wait

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