I Don't Like the Look of It (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Gudda!

Okay, I'm sippin' on the syrup, got a - moving slow

I'm all about the money, what the - you think I do it for?

- Don't act like you don't know, I'm killing all these rap -

Custom-made casket for your mother-mother funerals

Keep the women with me, - I gotta keep like two or more

Party everyday like we won the - Superbowl

Chillin' wit' my - Mack, he keep - handy

White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy

When I'm walking by the women say "Who is that -?"

I reply, "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that -"

I was raised in the home of the Cap Splitters

Whip on 24's, watch it crawl like a caterpillar

I come with a toy, boy, like a Happy Meal

And you's a motherf- duck, Daffy Dill

I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill

Pick the knife or gun and you can get the package deal

I'm hot -, 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

Realist - doin' it, just ask the - around me

So you can't size me up or try to clown uh

Shark in the water, jump in and I'ma drown ya

New Orleans -, gun out, I'ma down ya

Put - to sleep like a mother- downer

I'm a Great White, you's a flounder

Fish and a -, I tuna everything around ya

U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya

It's Young Money -

At the top is where they found us -

Uh, goons on deck, Marley, don't shoot 'em

Silence on the gun, watch a - mute 'em

The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden

School these -, they all my students

All jokes aside, I ain't playin' witcha

The - broke down, like a transmission

The Choppa spin him 'round, like a ballerina

B- I'm still spittin' like I ate a Jalapeño

I'm from Uptown, my - from Argentina

My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena

Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault

And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce

I ain't worryin' 'bout -, everything paid out

You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house

With a high yellow thick -, with her legs out

Cash Money President but we in a red house

Who the - want it? Make my - day

I blow your candles out, now - cut the cake

I gotta eat -, like a run-away

Y'all - ain't eatin', stomach ache

Okay, all these - and - still hatin'

I used to be ballin', but now I'm Bill Gatein'

- With my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic

I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil' traffic

Hair still platted, thuggin' is a habit

Keep my guitar, Hip Hop Lenny Kravitz

Bunch of bad - and I - 'em like rabbits

Dope-dope Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict

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