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Gudda Gudda:
I gets it in all day.
In the studio, all work, no play.
I can pay a visit to your block broad day
Fuck what y'all say, I spit Raw, Hard Yay
Millz twistin' up the sticky, not that barn yard hay
We just getting to the money, then get on our way
Yup, three whips back to back, followed by cadilack
Truck, sluts with us, fake tits, and they ass is phat
Gudda ain't ya average cat, I'm something like a savage that
Came up in the jungle and adjusted to his habitat
I'm sick of nigga gahbage raps, I ain't 'bout to battle rap
Grab the gat, hit him in his chest, make him cabbage patch
I'm after that, cheddar cheese, nigga, where the cabbage at?
Gudda Gudda, muthafucka, there'll be nothing after that
I'm 'bout to go HAM on this muthafuckin' track, in fact
I'm better than a lot of niggas, better get ya raps in tact
See me on that big screen and think shit sweet
Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak
UGHH
Take heed and listen when a real nigga speak
Or, slide down the razor blade up Shit's Creek, nigga.
Chorus:
Uhhh, I'm screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit, Don't Bullshit Me
Hello world it's little Full Clip Me
Gotta wake ya ass up, can't let the bullshit sleep
It's Young Money
It's Young Money
It's Young Money
We take money
It's Young Money
It's Young Money
It's Young Money
We Make Money, BITCH
Lil' Wayne:
I'm talking big money, bitch
Hammer stay Cock like Alfred the Hitch
Take money like a Pimp, make money like a mint
Get money is the only time Life make sense
People like me, but people like Spiders
And spiders eat flies, and ya know what flies eat.
And kids are the only ones that really blush, I'm real as fuck
I pull that thing and hit 'em up, that bullet travel, hit a gut
Then hit ya fitted up, hit ya whole city up
Hit ya while ya laying down, shots leave you sitting up
Run in the bathroom on ya girl and get her, titty fuck
Right after I bust a nut, I bust the gun, get rid of her
Ya bunch of pussies having a pity party
My guns look like they in kindergarten
I'm the dirtiest seed in any garden
Got more stripes on my sleeve than any sargaent
The paralyzed feel me, the blind see me
And the deaf can hear me, and the smart fear me
Which side you on?
Highway to heaven, I will drive you home.
(Chorus)
Lil' Wayne:
Eagle Street, where them twenties go for twenty five
Bitch I'ma boss, I got your hoe in my assembly line
It's Weezy F, and the F is for Finish Line
I saved us from Hip Hop genocide.
Medication in my cup because my Flow Sick
Got a syringe in my draws, call it Dope Dick
And my girl say you niggas can't fuck with me
Check my footsteps, look like there was a couple me's.
We ain't promised tomorrow, but I feel immortal.
Bullets beat yo' ass up like Miguel Cotto
I'm the real Zorro, rest in peace Torro
And when I die, bury me in all Polo
Kanyeezies on my feet with two ponytails
Bitch I'm hotter than goin' to hell, oh well.
And the money is my only mail.
And I'm the God, sippin' syrup out the Holy Grail, oh well.
And you ain't on shit, nigga you ain't on shit.
It's Young Moolah Baby, lose ya mind in every zone bitch.
I'm in a Cherry Tone six, I'm wit a cherry tone bitch.
And she got very strong lips, she got baritone lips
So I tell her, carry on bitch. And when you in my home, bitch.
You are coming out of your House of Deréon shit.
Twitter Wayne, At the top of every song list.
I'm spitting like a long kiss, live from the Throne, Bitch.
(Chorus)
I gets it in all day.
In the studio, all work, no play.
I can pay a visit to your block broad day
Fuck what y'all say, I spit Raw, Hard Yay
Millz twistin' up the sticky, not that barn yard hay
We just getting to the money, then get on our way
Yup, three whips back to back, followed by cadilack
Truck, sluts with us, fake tits, and they ass is phat
Gudda ain't ya average cat, I'm something like a savage that
Came up in the jungle and adjusted to his habitat
I'm sick of nigga gahbage raps, I ain't 'bout to battle rap
Grab the gat, hit him in his chest, make him cabbage patch
I'm after that, cheddar cheese, nigga, where the cabbage at?
Gudda Gudda, muthafucka, there'll be nothing after that
I'm 'bout to go HAM on this muthafuckin' track, in fact
I'm better than a lot of niggas, better get ya raps in tact
See me on that big screen and think shit sweet
Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak
UGHH
Take heed and listen when a real nigga speak
Or, slide down the razor blade up Shit's Creek, nigga.
Chorus:
Uhhh, I'm screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit, Don't Bullshit Me
Hello world it's little Full Clip Me
Gotta wake ya ass up, can't let the bullshit sleep
It's Young Money
It's Young Money
It's Young Money
We take money
It's Young Money
It's Young Money
It's Young Money
We Make Money, BITCH
Lil' Wayne:
I'm talking big money, bitch
Hammer stay Cock like Alfred the Hitch
Take money like a Pimp, make money like a mint
Get money is the only time Life make sense
People like me, but people like Spiders
And spiders eat flies, and ya know what flies eat.
And kids are the only ones that really blush, I'm real as fuck
I pull that thing and hit 'em up, that bullet travel, hit a gut
Then hit ya fitted up, hit ya whole city up
Hit ya while ya laying down, shots leave you sitting up
Run in the bathroom on ya girl and get her, titty fuck
Right after I bust a nut, I bust the gun, get rid of her
Ya bunch of pussies having a pity party
My guns look like they in kindergarten
I'm the dirtiest seed in any garden
Got more stripes on my sleeve than any sargaent
The paralyzed feel me, the blind see me
And the deaf can hear me, and the smart fear me
Which side you on?
Highway to heaven, I will drive you home.
(Chorus)
Lil' Wayne:
Eagle Street, where them twenties go for twenty five
Bitch I'ma boss, I got your hoe in my assembly line
It's Weezy F, and the F is for Finish Line
I saved us from Hip Hop genocide.
Medication in my cup because my Flow Sick
Got a syringe in my draws, call it Dope Dick
And my girl say you niggas can't fuck with me
Check my footsteps, look like there was a couple me's.
We ain't promised tomorrow, but I feel immortal.
Bullets beat yo' ass up like Miguel Cotto
I'm the real Zorro, rest in peace Torro
And when I die, bury me in all Polo
Kanyeezies on my feet with two ponytails
Bitch I'm hotter than goin' to hell, oh well.
And the money is my only mail.
And I'm the God, sippin' syrup out the Holy Grail, oh well.
And you ain't on shit, nigga you ain't on shit.
It's Young Moolah Baby, lose ya mind in every zone bitch.
I'm in a Cherry Tone six, I'm wit a cherry tone bitch.
And she got very strong lips, she got baritone lips
So I tell her, carry on bitch. And when you in my home, bitch.
You are coming out of your House of Deréon shit.
Twitter Wayne, At the top of every song list.
I'm spitting like a long kiss, live from the Throne, Bitch.
(Chorus)
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