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gudda gudda - money talkin كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: gudda gudda]
one thing on my mind, that’s to get it
i want the world, n_gga, and everything that’s in it
riding with my n_ggas, and the fours c_cked
take [?] sell them back with interest, that’s a pon shop
they like “when you gon’ stop?”
never, till i’m sitting on top
all i know is that green life, gotta [?] my whole block
[?] from the bottom map
riding with a thirty shot clip, [?]
young and wreckless, don’t test this
i’ll put you on my check list
you feeling lucky today, then i can make your death wish
hard body, we rap them up
scarred body, i’m tatted up
aim for the nose, hit his eyes, sl!ck rick, patch him up
my young n_ggas be acting up
check n_ggas that’s acting tough
bar for bar i’m sick [?] that fire, who gon’ match them up?
n0body, i’m so gotti, i wack n_ggas with no problems
bread in my pocket, [?] ain’t having [?] problems
that’s your problems, starving n_gga
ak or revolver, n_gga
stay in your lane, i’m giving [?] out, i [?] a n_gga
east side, we mobbin, n_gga
lames best respect that, [?] cracked
chin check that, huh
[chorus: gudda gudda]
riding with my n_ggas, and we mobbin
best believe if it’s beef, you don’t want problems
thirty shot clip, that’ll solve them
money on my mind, when i’m speaking, money talking
money talking
money talking
d_mn right, that’s the money talking
money talking
money talking
you godd_mn right, that’s the money talking

[verse 2: boo]
my young n_ggas riding with them thirty shots
my og’s still calling for the [?]
my brother locked up, gotta send him [?]
my b_tch say she straight, watch this paper turn her dyk_
got my chain on, f_ck it, turn off all the lights
i ain’t never left, b_tch, my money right
my hoes bad, i imp hard like 8ball
my mj’s, gee’d up, catch me, speed up
that [?] gone, i’m smoking
money long, can’t fold it
from the west side of that chi, [?]
[?] my mama [?]
boo ain’t speaking, ’cause the money do
hundred round drums, make them k!llers move
h_ll na, we don’t dance, ho
gudda gudda blowing money, like a [?] ho
i be playing b_tches, banjo
we so loud, you thought it was a band [?]
[chorus: gudda gudda]
riding with my n_ggas, and we mobbin
best believe if it’s beef, you don’t want problems
thirty shot clip, that’ll solve them
money on my mind, when i’m speaking, money talking
money talking
money talking
d_mn right, that’s the money talking
money talking
money talking
you godd_mn right, that’s the money talking

[verse 3: gudda gudda]
i’m riding with this moola
my passanger’s my shotgun rider, that’s my shooter
nightmare in the streets, call me gudda krueger
catch a body then catch a flight, then i lay low in the [?]
this is young money, rich gang, six speed when i switch lanes
me and my girl on [?], bout to hit the beach, and blow big change
still gudda, ain’t sh_t change
just take a look at my wrist game
you reach for that motherf_cker, you won’t see your wrist again
send a shot, i throw ten back
neck, spine and your shin crack
i spot you half a thang, i better get that ten back
that’s the way it work, that’s the way it go
i’m screaming “f_ck you, pay me” on the daily, ho
b_tch i’m
[chorus: gudda gudda]
riding with my n_ggas, and we mobbin
best believe if it’s beef, you don’t want problems
thirty shot clip, that’ll solve them
money on my mind, when i’m speaking, money talking
money talking
money talking
d_mn right, that’s the money talking
money talking
money talking
you godd_mn right, that’s the money talking

- gudda gudda

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