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    [Intro - Gudda Gudda]
    Gudda!

    [Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]
    Okay, I’m sippin 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 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, let ‘em sniff the nose candy
    When I’m 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 24’s, watch it crawl like a caterpillar
    I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
    And you’s a motherfuckin’ duck, Daffy Dill
    I’m from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill
    Pick the knife or gun and 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
    Realist nigga doin’ it, just ask the niggas around me
    So you can’t size me up or try to clown uh
    Shark in the water, jump in and I’mma drown ya
    New Orleans nigga, gun out, I’mma down ya
    Put niggas to sleep like a motherfuckin’ downer
    I’m a Great White, you’s a flounder
    Fish and a bitch, I tuna everything around ya
    U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
    It’s Young Money bitch
    At the top is where they found us nigga

    [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’ witcha
    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
    Stunt so hard, it’s all y’all fault
    And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce
    I ain’t worryin’ ’bout shit, everything paid out
    You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade’s 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
    Y’all niggas ain’t eatin’, stomach ache
    Okay, all these bitches and niggas still hatin’
    I used to be ballin’, but now I’m Bill Gatein’
    Fuckin’ with my iPhone, bumpin’ Illmatic
    I’m on the road to riches, there’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
    Haha

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