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gudda gudda - demolition freestyle part 2 lyrics

[verse 1: gudda gudda]

more money, more b-tches
more work, more haters, equals more snitches
more digits, no, more commas
me affiliated with trendsetters equals more drama
weezy obama, that’s my co-signer
you see osama, in my persona
steamin’ like a sauna, sick i need a doctor
stab you fore i drown you, now you just another red lobster
where the b-tches at? i need a head doctor
nice thick & red b-tch you f-ckin’ with a top shot-ah
top dolla, n-gga young money
we got old money, dont play dumb money
all black whips, all red flags
put that red dot on your head, play head tag
real n-ggas listen, when i’m preachin’ to em’
now we all know money talks, cause i’m speakin’ to em’

[verse 2: lil wayne]

uh-umm, but i ain’t speakin’ to em
i call my guns jumpers cause my bullets just leapin’ to ’em
all you boys bustas, so soft, bet the wind blew em’
i claim flame, i am just rekindlin’
my intuition is get paid
but this glock will knock you back to 5th grade
i, school you n-ggas but none of yous get a’s
got a b-tch who won’t stop till everyone of us get laid
lot of you n-ggas is son of a b-tch made
and if your girlfriend utter, i cut her like switch blades
yeah, we ridin’ like roller blades
now gon’ give me head till it fall off of your shoulder babe
i smoke a o a day, that’s why i’m so away
mentally mind blown now gon and blow away
yeah, ya’ll n-ggas is super fake
i put you n-ggas on mute, then i mutilate
yeah, i mac like the computer say
my hoes cooperate, i mean co-operate
i don’t know how to say, oh but i gotta say
i just fo’ five away till ain’t no one alive to say
that i fo’ five’d away, then i drive away
paper chasin’ money runnin’ like andale’
better find a way, better not be in our way
i’ll take you farther than zimbabwe
i make it harder for these wimps i stay on they necks no lettin’ up
and i tote that can opener, don’t make me bust your 7 up
heaven up, h-ll down, man down, gal down
and i keep that hammer do you wanna get nailed down?
better kneel down, cause i am the god
i am the hardest mothaf-cka to try it before
my diet is ya’ll, i riot and war
fightin’ ’em all, bitin’ ’em all, giant or small, i am a dog
i can smile at dumb b-tches and brighten ’em all
i am a hog, ridin’ ’em all
i just lay that pipe and i’m off
call me plumber, and give your girl my number, hombre
i am a bumble, bee on a humble
your girlfriend want my pickle and my cuc-mber
tell your boyfriend i’ll turn him to a vegetable
break a n-gga down to a decimal, i’m tellin’ you
i’m very cool, unless a fool, f-ckin’ up my revenue
i tote that whatever dude, i shoot at whatever dude
just bought a lamborghini murcielago
and my girl from the bay say it’s “h-lla cool”
wheres the helipad? my helicopter land
i shot the man, if i’m not the man
do i go in, or i go in, i’m not your friend, i’m not your kin
i make your brain come out your chin
been in the game since the begnnin’
im all about winnin’
i look down i see them, when i look up i don’t see any
you’re pooh like winnie, do i diddy
and i just left, but your boo right with me
and im from never do right city
but don’t get me wrong, young money i’m gone
yeah, young moola baby

- gudda gudda lyrics

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