Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Me In, artist - Gudda Gudda. Album song Guddaville (Screwed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.11.2009
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
Let Me In |
Zombies! |
(Gudda Gudda) |
Uh, im goin in |
Nobody cold as him |
I got them hoes on gin |
I knock em down like bowling pins, yeah |
Im chasin paper, while i chase my dreams |
While im on codeine mixed with that promethazine |
Cargo shorts, white tee on me |
Morgan Freeman in my cup pull up that lean on me |
I need cash on delivery, C.O.D |
Young Money in this motherfucker, we gon' eat |
Now watch me O. D, controlled substance |
In my raps every time i speak, this time i preach, yeah |
And let these lil' niggas know who the god is |
I son rappers, let them know who they father is |
I wouldn’t bother him, cuz i will slaughter them |
Then hang a nigga from a tree like a ornament |
Yea im on my shit, full content |
Its a filthy game and im dirty like a ?? |
(wine-back?) |
Yeah nigga im back, now who gon' stop that |
Murcielago, with the top back |
All red round me |
No feds round me |
Killers wit me too, they bust your head proudly |
Go head and doubt me |
Bitch i got money pilin' (piling) |
And i got white movin', call it snow-plowin |
When the beef on, Young Money rite here |
Yeah i smell fear, your worst nightmare |
Im in your dreams, while im livin mine |
I got a sick flow, yeah i spit that swine |
Threw cough up a virus when i spit a line |
Yeah im gettin' mine, bitch its dinner time |
And you are starvin artists |
And we taking over, yeah we bout' to starve you artist |
But imma eat regardless |
I got your freakin goddess |
In my bed giving head, and she take freakin orders |
Man this freak is gorgeous |
Im so better than |
These other rookie niggas |
Come and meet the veteran |
I got that medicine |
Knock knock, let me in |
Or i’ll be in your living room, late night |
Like let em in |
Bitch nigga let me in |