Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Im Gudda, artist - 2 Chainz. Album song Different World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.03.2013
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Im Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I got high the rest of all |
| Yeah, I got that bottle |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| Got high the rest of all |
| Yeah, I got that bottle |
| Gudda, pocket full of paper |
| Back on my garage and try to do something to my neighbors |
| Pour duce up to the big race, money got me with a big hand |
| I’m too good, I’m for life, until I’m laying in a ditch day |
| Pistol in my jeans, don’t make me point it at your big head |
| Most you niggas is bitch made, my guns look like in 5th grade |
| I guess to it, I just do it, last track and I just abused it |
| 20−20 vision, I see money and I get to it |
| 20 care in my livers, Imma blow it all at the dice game |
| Can’t take it with me when I die, that’s why I’m just living my life, man |
| Wood grain on my steering wheel, pinky ring on my right hand |
| Twenty thou' my closet and my pistol on my night stand, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I got high the rest of all |
| Yeah, I got that bottle |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| Got high the rest of all |
| Yeah, I got that bottle |
| To the streets I’m on my Gudda shit |
| With my brother Gudda, we on that Gudda shit |
| Two two’s on me, don’t make me aim ‘em at you |
| Rear flaming flat, you’re just a flaming faggot |
| My money enough, I don’t do some tracking |
| No moving scrap bitch, but I’m about that action |
| Rare Bentley, rare chucks, got the redneck cops on my head, fuck |
| I did jail and I ain’t trying go back |
| Gave my lawyer ten racks and told a whole lie |
| East side, that’s where we rap |
| So don’t make me introduce you to the bottom of the tag |
| Bitch, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I got high the rest of all |
| Yeah, I got that bottle |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| Got high the rest of all |
| Yeah, I got that bottle |
| Okay, I’m Gudda like the balling and the east side is my turf |
| Air hoes in the tacket, make you whistle like a nerf |
| I come straight out my own room, pronounce the real nigga at birth |
| Got my riffle in this rap shit and my left foot on a turf |
| So Imma mix them both together and Imma play it for what is worth |
| Hoping for the best, but I prepare for the worst |
| Mama told me «don't be scared, so if you’re scared, go to church» |
| Put the money on your head and prepare for rehearse |
| We pull a lie from the bottom of the gutter |
| Niggas think they’re fly while I fly in a chopper |
| Man, I’m laughing at you suckers for the lies that you otter |
| Imma let these niggas know one more time that I’m Gudda |
| Bitch, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, Gudda. |
| I'm Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I got high the rest of all |
| Yeah, I got that bottle |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda |
| Got high the rest of all |
| Yeah, I got that bottle |