| Zombies!
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| (Gudda Gudda)
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| Uh, im goin in
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| Nobody cold as him
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| I got them hoes on gin
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| I knock em down like bowling pins, yeah
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| Im chasin paper, while i chase my dreams
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| While im on codeine mixed with that promethazine
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| Cargo shorts, white tee on me
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| Morgan Freeman in my cup pull up that lean on me
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| I need cash on delivery, C.O.D
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| Young Money in this motherfucker, we gon' eat
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| Now watch me O. D, controlled substance
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| In my raps every time i speak, this time i preach, yeah
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| And let these lil' niggas know who the god is
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| I son rappers, let them know who they father is
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| I wouldn’t bother him, cuz i will slaughter them
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| Then hang a nigga from a tree like a ornament
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| Yea im on my shit, full content
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| Its a filthy game and im dirty like a ?? |
| (wine-back?)
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| Yeah nigga im back, now who gon' stop that
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| Murcielago, with the top back
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| All red round me
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| No feds round me
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| Killers wit me too, they bust your head proudly
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| Go head and doubt me
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| Bitch i got money pilin' (piling)
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| And i got white movin', call it snow-plowin
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| When the beef on, Young Money rite here
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| Yeah i smell fear, your worst nightmare
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| Im in your dreams, while im livin mine
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| I got a sick flow, yeah i spit that swine
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| Threw cough up a virus when i spit a line
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| Yeah im gettin' mine, bitch its dinner time
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| And you are starvin artists
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| And we taking over, yeah we bout' to starve you artist
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| But imma eat regardless
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| I got your freakin goddess
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| In my bed giving head, and she take freakin orders
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| Man this freak is gorgeous
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| Im so better than
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| These other rookie niggas
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| Come and meet the veteran
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| I got that medicine
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| Knock knock, let me in
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| Or i’ll be in your living room, late night
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| Like let em in
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| Bitch nigga let me in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me In , by - Gudda Gudda. Song from the album Guddaville, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп