Gudda Gudda

Gudda Gudda - Red Rum Outro songtekst

Je score:
Yea, it go Young Money, Young Money, can't nobody see 

us

I come to bring the noise and the racket like Serena

Leaving rappers stranded in the water like FEMA

Cause they WWF, fake John Cenas

MCeemer, who got the keys to my Beamer?

Give em to my baby mama, let er ride cleaner

I don't call em rap niggas, I call em rap divas

Cause these niggas got legs with a pussy in-between em

Son I'm like Phoenix, charm was the meaning of a real 

killa with his nuts hangin to the ceiling

Holla if you see me, real niggas only

If you fake look the other way and walk straight homie

I ain't here to diss, I'm her to dismantle

Beats cut them more in, I'm a burn in like a candle

Too hot to handle, too cold to hold

I'm a stand up nigga, boy I'm too bold to fold

I'm a east side nigga, gun under my pillow

Pistol whip yo head, back and forth like Willow

Never been a soft boy, I'm rough like thriller

And I'm 10 times worse when I pop a cup of Skittles

I'm rollin, rollin, car not stolen

Light skinned it nigga but my neck look golden

Money I'm countin, haters keep doubtin

Rappin at my peak, at the peak of the mountain

That mean I'm on top and you'll never see me floppin

When my album drop I bet the fans go and cop it

Spittin straight classics, turn the tray to aces

Ball hard with the rock and I ain't never passin

Down south nigga with a east coast spirit

In the booth turn the mic on and I'm a get it loose

It's been a hard road but I'm a get through

Hard work pays off, baby I'm the living proof

No toilet in the studio, I'm shittin in the booth

And the raps that I'm writin got me sittin in the coup

Young Money Cash Money, name a better crew

Bow down to the team, that's what you bet I'm do

I'm a keep goin like the Energizer bunny

Like I told you on my first tape, I'm getting to the 

money

And I'm all about the dolla, if you not don't holler

And I got a couple problems but the money will solve it

I'm a east side nigga, New Orleans night boy

Livin like Bruce Willis, nigga I'm a die hard

You got hate in yo eyes, I can see it

And my young killas with me, wearin stripes like Adidas

And I'm a keep glowin, freestyle flowin

But I don't rap for free, it's a fee when I'm flowin

I'm back on my bullshit, extension with the full clip

To kick back from the click clack and make a full flip

I'm on the road to riches, it's a must now

But I'm still stuck up in the traffic like rush hour

All my niggas crazy, animals, hostile

We the red army, marching like Moscow
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