Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Willie Wonka, artist - Gudda Gudda. Album song Gudda Grindin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.04.2012
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
Willie Wonka |
| I I I don’t like the look of it |
| I I I don’t like the look of it |
| I I I don’t like the look of it |
| Ok I’m sipping on the syrup got a nigga mioving slow |
| I’m all bout the money what the fuck you think I do it for |
| Just don’t act like you ain’t know I’m killing these rap ass niggas |
| Costing them thier caskets for your motherfucking funeral |
| Keep these women with me shit I gotta keep two or more |
| Party everyday like we won the fucking superbowl |
| Chilling with my nigga mack he keeps bitches handy |
| White girls on the table let them sniff the nose candy |
| When I’m walking by the women say who is that |
| Nigga I reply I’m gudda gudda that nigga |
| I was raised in a home of cap splitters |
| Whip on 24s watch it crawl like a caterpillar |
| I come with a toy boy like a happy meal |
| And you a motherfucking duck daffy dale |
| From the school of hard knocks where we scrap and kill |
| Pick the kinfe with gunna you could get the package deal |
| I’m hot nigga burning everything around me |
| I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me |
| The streets say I’m king but the game will never crown me |
| Realest nigga doing it just ask the nigga round me |
| So you can’t size me up but try to clown a |
| Shark jump in the water and I’m a drown ya |
| New orleans gun out I’m a down ya |
| Put niggas to sleep like a downer |
| I’m a great white you a flounder |
| Fish ain’t a bitch i’ll tuna everything around ya |
| You hoe gudda move everything around ya |
| It’s young money bitch at the top is where they found us |
| Nigga |
| Goons I’m back marley don’t shoot 'em |
| Silence on a gun watch a nigga mute 'em |
| The coach and the boot call me jon gruden |
| Schooled these nigga they all my students |
| All jokes aside I ain’t playing with ya |
| The weed broke down like a transmission |
| Choppers spin like a ballerina |
| I’m still spitting like I ate a jalapeno |
| I’m from uptown my bitchs from argentina |
| My pockets on fat like joey cartagena |
| Stunt so hard it’s all ya’ll fault |
| And when it come to beef give me a-1 sauce |
| I ain’t worrying about shit everything paid |
| Catch me poolside in dwayne wades house |
| Wth a high yellow bitch with her legs out |
| Catch money president but we in red house |
| Who the fuck want it name a fucking day |
| Blow the candles out my nigga cut the cake |
| I gotta eat bitch like a runaway |
| Ya’ll niggas ain’t eating stomache |
| Ok all these bitches and niggas still hatin |
| I used to be ballin but now I’m bill gating |
| Fuck you with my iphone bumpin illmatic |
| I’m on the road to riches it’s just a lil traffic |
| Hair still platic fuckins a habit |
| Keep my guitar hip hop manny cravis |
| Bought your bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits |
| Dope big weezy your girlfriends a addict |
| Uh |
| I I don’t I I don’t |
| I don’t like the look of it |