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  • Lil Wayne feat. Gudda Gudda - I Don't Like The Look Of It

    Ok Im sippin on the syrup
    Got a n-gga moving slow
    I'm all about the money
    What the f-ck you think I do it for
    B-tch don't act like you don't know
    I'm killing all these rap n-ggas
    Custom made caskets for you muthaf-cka funerals
    Keep the women with me
    Sh-t I gotta keep like two or more
    Party everyday like we won the f-cking Superbowl
    Chillin wit my n-gga Mack, he keep b-tches handy
    White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy
    When I'm walking by the women say "Who is that n-gga?"
    I replied "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda that n-gga"
    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-ckin' 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-gga, 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-gga doin it just ask the n-ggas 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-gga, Gun out, Imma down ya
    Put n-ggas to sleep like a muthaf-ckin' downer
    Imma Great White, yous a flounder
    Fish and a b-tch I tuna eveything around ya
    U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
    It's Young Money *****
    At the top is where they found us

    Uhh, Goons on deck
    Marley don't shoot em'
    Silence on the gun
    Watch a n-gga mute em'
    The coach in the booth
    Call me Jon Gruden
    School these n-ggas, they all my students
    All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit cha
    The **** broke down, like a transmission
    Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
    B-tch I'm still spittin like I ate a Jalapeño
    I'm from uptown, my ***** 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 sh-t, Everything paid out
    You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house
    Wit a high yellow thick b-tch wit her legs out
    Cash Money president but we in a red house
    Who the f-ck want it? Make my f-ckin' day
    I blow your candles out, now n-gga cut that cake
    I gotta eat b*****s, like a run-away
    Y'all n-ggas ain't eatin, stomach ache
    Ok, all these b-tches, And n-ggas still hatin
    I used to be ballin', But now I'm Bill Gate'n
    F-ckin 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
    **** d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh

  • [00:01.92]Lil Wayne feat. Gudda Gudda - I Don't Like The Look Of It
    [00:02.08]
    [00:05.77]Ok Im sippin on the syrup
    [00:07.39]Got a n-gga moving slow
    [00:08.81]I'm all about the money
    [00:09.95]What the f-ck you think I do it for
    [00:11.55]B-tch don't act like you don't know
    [00:12.57]I'm killing all these rap n-ggas
    [00:14.19]Custom made caskets for you muthaf-cka funerals
    [00:16.82]Keep the women with me
    [00:18.00]Sh-t I gotta keep like two or more
    [00:19.65]Party everyday like we won the f-cking Superbowl
    [00:22.52]Chillin wit my n-gga Mack, he keep b-tches handy
    [00:25.22]White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy
    [00:28.18]When I'm walking by the women say "Who is that n-gga?"
    [00:31.12]I replied "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda that n-gga"
    [00:34.41]I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
    [00:37.13]Whip on 24's watch it crawl like a caterpillar
    [00:39.80]I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
    [00:42.66]And yous a muthaf-ckin' duck, Daffy Dill
    [00:45.50]I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill
    [00:48.36]Pick the knife or gunner, you can get the package deal
    [00:51.17]I'm hot n-gga, burning everything around me
    [00:53.53]I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
    [00:56.41]The streets say I'm King but the game will never crown me
    [00:59.32]Realist n-gga doin it just ask the n-ggas around me
    [01:02.59]So you cant size me up or try to clown uh
    [01:04.98]Shark in the water jump in and Imma drown ya
    [01:07.85]New Orleans n-gga, Gun out, Imma down ya
    [01:10.58]Put n-ggas to sleep like a muthaf-ckin' downer
    [01:13.99]Imma Great White, yous a flounder
    [01:16.40]Fish and a b-tch I tuna eveything around ya
    [01:19.12]U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
    [01:21.87]It's Young Money *****
    [01:23.17]At the top is where they found us
    [01:24.71]
    [01:35.09]Uhh, Goons on deck
    [01:37.34]Marley don't shoot em'
    [01:38.77]Silence on the gun
    [01:40.07]Watch a n-gga mute em'
    [01:41.56]The coach in the booth
    [01:42.85]Call me Jon Gruden
    [01:44.40]School these n-ggas, they all my students
    [01:47.22]All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit cha
    [01:50.14]The **** broke down, like a transmission
    [01:52.85]Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
    [01:55.60]B-tch I'm still spittin like I ate a Jalapeño
    [01:58.51]I'm from uptown, my ***** from Argentina
    [02:01.27]My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
    [02:04.14]Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault
    [02:06.92]And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
    [02:09.65]I ain't worryin bout sh-t, Everything paid out
    [02:12.19]You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house
    [02:15.14]Wit a high yellow thick b-tch wit her legs out
    [02:18.00]Cash Money president but we in a red house
    [02:20.85]Who the f-ck want it? Make my f-ckin' day
    [02:23.46]I blow your candles out, now n-gga cut that cake
    [02:26.21]I gotta eat b*****s, like a run-away
    [02:29.08]Y'all n-ggas ain't eatin, stomach ache
    [02:31.91]Ok, all these b-tches, And n-ggas still hatin
    [02:35.09]I used to be ballin', But now I'm Bill Gate'n
    [02:37.99]F-ckin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
    [02:40.85]I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic
    [02:43.63]Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit
    [02:46.44]Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz
    [02:49.26]Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits
    [02:52.09]**** d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh
    [02:55.47]