Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dedication 3 , by - Gudda Gudda. Song from the album Gudda Grindin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.04.2012
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dedication 3 , by - Gudda Gudda. Song from the album Gudda Grindin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDedication 3 |
| And this is just a mixtape, Damn |
| (Well it’s a little more than that, It’s more like a message. More like a |
| change for the better) |
| And this is just a mixtape, Damn |
| (It's more of a dedication, D 3!) |
| And this is just a mixtape, Damn |
| (This what ya’ll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!) |
| And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya) |
| Don’t worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya) |
| And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya) |
| But you should be more afraid of the killa in me |
| Cuz Im bouta kill um |
| Im bouta kill um |
| Cuz ima bouta kill um |
| Im bouta kill um |
| So fuck it ima kill um |
| So fuck it ima kill um |
| So fuck it ima kill um |
| So fuck it ima kill um (ya) |
| And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya) |
| Don’t worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya) |
| And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya) |
| But you should be afraid of me |
| Young veteran, soon to be OG |
| Plus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth |
| I hear you lil niggaz barkin', want more beef |
| You like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece |
| And when it comes to money my shit is obese |
| Like della reece, I need celery |
| Mo' money wat the fuck these niggaz tellin' me |
| Im young Lucifer |
| Take um all to hell wit, Ya |
| Drop um off in a fire storm |
| Why young squad get a riot on |
| If he testify like common see the fire bomb |
| If you know whats best muthafucka get yo quite on |
| These niggaz starving out here getting they diet on |
| While im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam |
| One man game nigga ima die alone |
| For now im wit ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on |
| Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring |
| No bull I push pro v’s like Pantene |
| Blow like a trombone |
| Funny niggaz tambourine |
| Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine |
| Gators day, they say its mascara wearas |
| And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz |
| No blood no foul, ya my heart cold is moscow |
| We NAPA kill like a hot towel |
| All my hoes hostile |
| Not me, never tell me not now |
| Rap niggaz forty cal tell ya brow |
| Roof remover |
| We leave your brain with more air |
| Maneuver, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair |
| Seduce her, ya |
| You rappers should be tired of lyin' |
| But I know its hard like a tire iron |
| But yet it complex like its Mayan science |
| Or Aztec math |
| Crazy as a mess tab |
| I feed niggaz like a mess hall |
| And yes y’all |
| Its Willie I address y’all |
| Or like a stylist |
| Nobodies fly is this |
| You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist |
| And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya) |
| Don’t worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me |
| And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me |
| But you should be afraid of me |
| Cuz Ima kill um |
| Ima kill um |
| Ya ima kill um |
| Yes Ima kill um |
| And ima kill um |
| Ima kill um |
| Ima kill ummummu |
| They say powder makes you hyper |
| Reefer makes you calm |
| Cigarettes give you cancer |
| Well make you dawg |
| While I sip the purple harlot |
| Thick as my sudden drawl |
| Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no drawers |
| They got bats up in the cave |
| Upside down blood rushin' to they head |
| They reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound |
| Pitchin for the crown |
| Uptown bound face painted like a clown |
| Reciting scriptures from the chapters |
| Proverbs leviticus |
| Old ass rappers complainin what the business is |
| Bout the state of hip |
| Soundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick |
| Its ridiculous the new school nigga |
| What you need to do is become a resident |
| Under the condition |
| Get yo ass up off your ass |
| And get your ass up on a mission |
| Become some competition |
| Like better run the dog |
| Young money nigga we ball |
| Like kobe or chris paul |
| For giving a whack cracker |
| Still sippin crystal |
| Wavin the lifeline |
| Since lifes a bitch y’all |
| Raisin up the skirts of jezzebels |
| For no cash like |
| «bitch give me that ass' |
| Or pulling up to the lot like |
| «give me that jag» |
| No pulling up to the lot like |
| «give me that lam» |
| They study me? |
| Cram like im a final exam |
| If I hit you in your back |
| You’ll need a spinal exam |
| Im something like a rhino or ram |
| Animal, beast |
| Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast |
| YM mulisha you niggaz better retreat |
| Or be like this beat |
| R.I.P. |
| deceased |
| Cuz Ima kill um |
| Ima kill um |
| Ya ima kill um |
| Yes Ima kill um |
| And ima kill um |
| Ima kill um |
| Ima kill ummummu |
| Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get |
| popped |
| If I’m comin 'round the block the in swing drive gets stopped |
| He gon drop like a flop |
| On the court I love sports |
| That’s why I play my bitches cuz I got game |
| That’s why you pay my bitches (Yaay) |
| Same hustle no money |
| Im just hip hop they like two bunnies |
| Who run it, bitch nigga muaaw |
| That was French, nigga not |
| A kiss, nigga nah |
| No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4 |
| They say I fucked so and so |
| And I be like so, so and so |
| Nike’s on they neck, they like let me breathe |
| Im sorry but I cant piss how we feed |
| This is why we hot |
| This is how we freeze |
| To fast to follow |
| This is why we lead |
| And the money in the pocket isn’t why we Jeezy |
| This is how we shoot and this is how we leave |
| Ya know we tote steal, this is how we ease |
| You can get the steal if you try these thieves now |
| Glass needa Swisha let me climb these trees |
| And im haters say we couldn’t this is why we bees |
| This shit like puddin', puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' |
| Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' |
| Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' me to the ground |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Believer ft. Lil Wayne | 2019 |
| Bricksquad ft. Gudda Gudda | 2010 |
| Shout Out ft. Gudda Gudda, French Montana | 2011 |
| Sucker For Pain ft. Wiz Khalifa, Imagine Dragons, Logic | 2016 |
| NFL ft. Gudda Gudda, HoodyBaby | 2020 |
| Push ft. Lil Wayne | 2007 |
| Bitches Love Me ft. Drake, Future | 2013 |
| Panties To The Side ft. French Montana, Tyga, Bow Wow | 2012 |
| My Homies Still ft. Lil Wayne, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda | 2013 |
| Mirror ft. Bruno Mars | 2011 |
| Scared of the Dark ft. Ty Dolla $ign, XXXTentacion | 2019 |
| Cannonball Remix ft. Drake, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda,Collin Munroe,Drake,Jae Millz | 2009 |
| No Love ft. Lil Wayne | 2010 |
| Money & Liquor ft. Gudda Gudda | 2015 |
| Love Me ft. Drake, Future | 2012 |
| YM Banger ft. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda, Tyga | 2009 |
| Broke Up ft. Fre$h, Gudda Gudda | 2020 |
| ay! ft. Lil Wayne | 2022 |
| YM Salute ft. Lil Twist, Lil Chuckee, Gudda Gudda | 2009 |
| She Will ft. Drake | 2011 |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Gudda Gudda
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Lil Wayne