Lyrics Mo Murda - Gudda Gudda

Mo Murda

Let’s go
Millz
Gudda, what up, my G?
Vado, what’s poppin, slime?
Young Money,
most hated
OK it’s nothing on TV, so I’m spaced out getting fried
Tryna find a way to fuck one of the Basketball Wives
These niggas all lies, all pies
Hard around the edges but soft as fuck inside
I’m on some new shit, you got out on some fluke shit
Back to Guddaville, bitch, this that part 2 shit
Free Weezy, free Rem
Free Lil Boosie, free C-Gudda and free Sims
Young Money Cash money champs, check the sells
Disrespect us, well pound key, epic fail
Rich nigga engine, V sixteen
I’m happy as a motherfucker but my whip mean
Money never lie, only a fool would threaten I
You ever saw Casino, think about how Pesci die?
It’s Millz, bitch, super fly and extra high
'Bout to go to the moon, soon as she say, «Hi», I tell her, «Bye»
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, nigga
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, nigga
I got my «Free Lil Wayne» T on (Yes)
Name Vado, only my mother can call me Teyon
'Nough work to break down and put my team on
Shit wriggled, grip the iron to get my seam on (Huh)
Get straightened out when you lean wrong
I walk with a band, every hero should have a theme song (Yes)
Chef with it, my swag passed gimmick
Splash critics, admit it or get admitted
niggas ain’t spitting, y’all ad libbing
watch son pass like
Once you finish, leave the rest on the plate
And the fiends a few samples, now the rest want a taste
From being stand up to sitting at the desk with the jake
Act up, make a movie out 'em then edit his face, wow
Slow your role, start pressing your brakes
Rub you down to the ground’s how I’m addressing the hate
Vado
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, nigga
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, nigga
Yeah I gets busy, Chuck Taylors stay crispy
Hit the stage, then I leave, and your bitch coming with me (Yeah)
Homie, you can’t clone me (Nope), purple shit, I’m on it (Po' up)
I am in the zone and I’m ripping up all opponents
I don’t save hoes, and I would never condone it
Hit her with the bone and I’m gone early in the morning
I’m sick, ho, sick flow, I’m catching pneumonia
Cough up the beat and I spit on the microphone
I’m a beast, I’m a dawg, ain’t nothing you can do with me
Styrofoam got the Pimp C in the Screw in it
I’m from New Orleans, nigga, home of the bodybags
Where the fiends’ll kill a nigga for a powder bag
My money looking right, nigga, I ain’t gotta brag
Got my girl every Louis purse, now she want Prada bags
No problem, love, Im’a grab them for ya
'Cause you was here when I was broke, them other bitches wasn’t
Too G and I ain’t talking Gucci
I’m talking Gudda Gudda, paper stack like loose leaf, uh
Rocket in my pocket, kick like Bruce Lee
Or I can slap you in your mouth, have a couple lose teeth, nigga murda
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, nigga
Murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Nigga, murda, murda murda, mo' murda, nigga
Grim Reap' flow we have come to collect spirits, nigga