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Gudda Gudda

"Murder Outro"

VERSE:

Lets go
Look, i get money ramblin, take money gamblin
When i roll the dice nobody move like a mannequin
The rap game im handlin, i got the advantages
They pass me the rock and then i show em' how to scramble it
Tarnish everything i touch, motherf*ck you other n*ggas
I just get my weight up, call me gudda blubber n*gga
While you get your hate up, at supper time i suffer n*ggas
You ain't got enough of n*ggas, i will call your bluff lil n*gga
Three words "f*ck you n*ggas" b*tch im on that other sh*t
What the f*ck they talkin bout, i just pick my target out
Then ill knock the target out, turn it to a slaughter house
Gudda gudda motherf*cker, b*tch i am the hardest out.....
My guns look like they in first grade
And you gon' need more than first aid
Im in first place, i replace them
I am THE sh*t, they just break wind
Im slicker than a snake in a pool n*gga
And yo flow is lookin like food n*gga
I abuse n*ggas, misuse n*ggas
Put em on a milk box, i will lose n*ggas
I got your wife starin at the jewels boy
And i dont say one word...i just let her choose boy
Im gettin money by the duffel bag
f*ck pockets, it only fit in duffel bags
Young money be the crew boy, the gunner make the n*gga j*rk like the new boys
pus*y n*gga need a new hobby, tool let me see the keys to that mazarati
Or that bugatti....
It dont really matter n*gga, p*ssin off these n*ggas like they got a weak bladder
n*gga you ain't met a badder n*gga, i came here to damage sh*t
Like my n*gga webby b*tch
I be on that seldom sh*t
Im clean hater, new orleans gator
Behind that green paper, i will leave the scene vacant
Money ima make it, if not im gon' take it
Your girl i will take it, strip the b*tch naked
I am so amazing, fire hot blazin
Ragin, cajun, they let me out the cage and screws loose in my head, im a mental patient
I want it right now, no time to be patient
Kay load the beat up, ima straight rape it
Break it in two pieces, give the beat a face lift
Ima young dental boy, i be on that face sh*t
Treat the beat like some new shoes, i just laced it
Its over.....gudda gudda BIATCH
Guddaville BIATCH
Im gone....

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