| I I I don’t like the look of it
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| I I I don’t like the look of it
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| I I I don’t like the look of it
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| Ok I’m sipping on the syrup got a nigga mioving slow
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| I’m all bout the money what the fuck you think I do it for
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| Just don’t act like you ain’t know I’m killing these rap ass niggas
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| Costing them thier caskets for your motherfucking funeral
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| Keep these women with me shit I gotta keep two or more
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| Party everyday like we won the fucking superbowl
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| Chilling with my nigga mack he keeps bitches handy
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| White girls on the table let them sniff the nose candy
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| When I’m walking by the women say who is that
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| Nigga I reply I’m gudda gudda that nigga
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| I was raised in a home of cap splitters
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| Whip on 24s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
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| I come with a toy boy like a happy meal
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| And you a motherfucking duck daffy dale
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| From the school of hard knocks where we scrap and kill
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| Pick the kinfe with gunna you could get the package deal
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| I’m hot nigga burning everything around me
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| I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
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| The streets say I’m king but the game will never crown me
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| Realest nigga doing it just ask the nigga round me
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| So you can’t size me up but try to clown a
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| Shark jump in the water and I’m a drown ya
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| New orleans gun out I’m a down ya
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| Put niggas to sleep like a downer
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| I’m a great white you a flounder
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| Fish ain’t a bitch i’ll tuna everything around ya
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| You hoe gudda move everything around ya
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| It’s young money bitch at the top is where they found us
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| Nigga
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| Goons I’m back marley don’t shoot 'em
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| Silence on a gun watch a nigga mute 'em
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| The coach and the boot call me jon gruden
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| Schooled these nigga they all my students
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| All jokes aside I ain’t playing with ya
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| The weed broke down like a transmission
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| Choppers spin like a ballerina
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| I’m still spitting like I ate a jalapeno
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| I’m from uptown my bitchs from argentina
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| My pockets on fat like joey cartagena
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| Stunt so hard it’s all ya’ll fault
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| And when it come to beef give me a-1 sauce
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| I ain’t worrying about shit everything paid
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| Catch me poolside in dwayne wades house
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| Wth a high yellow bitch with her legs out
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| Catch money president but we in red house
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| Who the fuck want it name a fucking day
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| Blow the candles out my nigga cut the cake
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| I gotta eat bitch like a runaway
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| Ya’ll niggas ain’t eating stomache
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| Ok all these bitches and niggas still hatin
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| I used to be ballin but now I’m bill gating
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| Fuck you with my iphone bumpin illmatic
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| I’m on the road to riches it’s just a lil traffic
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| Hair still platic fuckins a habit
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| Keep my guitar hip hop manny cravis
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| Bought your bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits
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| Dope big weezy your girlfriends a addict
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| Uh
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| I I don’t I I don’t
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| I don’t like the look of it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Willy Wonka, artist - Gudda Gudda. Album song Back 2 Guddaville, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп