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gudda gudda - i don't like the look (willy wonka) lyrics
[chorus; gudda gudda]
i i i don’t like the look of it
i i i don’t like the look of it
i i i don’t like the look of it
[verse 1: gudda gudda]
ok i’m sipping on the syrup got a n_gga mioving slow
i’m all bout the money what the f_ck you think i do it for
just don’t act like you ain’t know i’m k!lling these rap ass n_ggas
costing them thier caskets for your motherf_cking funeral
keep these women with me sh_t i gotta keep two or more
party everyday like we won the f_cking superbowl
chilling with my n_gga mack he keeps b_tches handy
white girls on the table let them sniff the nose candy
when i’m walking by the women say who is that
n_gga i reply i’m gudda gudda that n_gga
i was raised in a home of cap splitters
whip on 24s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
i come with a toy boy like a happy meal
and you a motherf_cking duck daffy dale
from the school of hard knocks where we scr_p and k!ll
pick the kinfe with gunna you could 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
realest n_gga doing it just ask the n_gga round me
so you can’t size me up but try to clown a
shark jump in the water and i’m a drown ya
new orleans gun out i’m a down ya
put n_ggas to sleep like a downer
i’m a great white you a flounder
fish ain’t a b_tch i’ll tuna everything around ya
you hoe gudda move everything around ya
it’s young money b_tch at the top is where they found us
n_gga
[verse 2: lil wayne]
goons i’m back marley don’t shoot ’em
silence on a gun watch a n_gga mute ’em
the coach and the boot call me jon gruden
schooled these n_gga they all my students
all jokes aside i ain’t playing with ya
the weed broke down like a transmission
choppers spin like a ballerina
i’m still spitting like i ate a jalapeno
i’m from uptown my b_tchs from argentina
my pockets on fat like joey cartagena
stunt so hard it’s all ya’ll fault
and when it come to beef give me a_1 sauce
i ain’t worrying about sh_t everything paid
catch me poolside in dwayne wades house
wth a high yellow b_tch with her legs out
catch money president but we in red house
who the f_ck want it name a f_cking day
blow the candles out my n_gga cut the cake
i gotta eat b_tch like a runaway
ya’ll n_ggas ain’t eating stomache
ok all these b_tches and n_ggas still hatin
i used to be ballin but now i’m bill gating
f_ck you with my iphone bumpin illmatic
i’m on the road to riches it’s just a lil traffic
hair still platic f_ckins a habit
keep my guitar hip hop manny cravis
bought your bad b_tches and i f_ck ’em like rabbits
dope big weezy your girlfriends a addict
uh
[chorus: gudda gudda]
i i don’t i i don’t
i don’t like the look of it
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