Willy Wonka

[Chorus; Gudda Gudda]

I don't like the look of it

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]

Ok I'm sipping on the syrup got a nigga movin slow

I'm all bout the money what the fuck you think I do it for

Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing these rap ass niggas

Custom made caskets for your motherfucking funeral

Keep these women with me shit I gotta keep like two or more

Party everyday like we won the fucking superbowl

Chilling with my nigga mack he keeps bitches handy

White girls on the table let them sniff the nose candy

When I'm walking by the women sayin who is that nigga

I reply hi I am Gudda Gudda that nigga

I was raised in a home of them cap splitters

Whip on 24s watch it crawl like a caterpillar

I come with a toy boy like a happy meal

And you a motherfuckin duck daffy dill

From the school of hard knocks where we scrap and kill

Pick the knife or gun or you could get the package deal

I'm hot nigga 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

Realest nigga doing it just ask the nigga round me

So you can't size me up but try to clown a

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

New orleans nigga gun out I'ma down ya

Put niggas to sleep like a motherfuckin downer

I'm a great white you a flounder

Fish ain't a bitch I'll tuna everything around ya

U-Haul Gudda move everything around ya

It's young money bitch at the top is where they found us

Nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Goons on deck, Marley don't shoot 'em

Silence on a gun, watch a nigga mute 'em

The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden

School these niggas they all my students

All jokes aside, I ain't playing with ya

The weed broke down like a transmission

The choppers spin ’em around like a ballerina

Bitch I'm still spitting like I ate a jalapeno

I'm from uptown, my bitch 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 A-1 sauce

I ain't worrying about shit everything paid out

You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade house

With a high yellow thick bitch with her legs out

Cash Money President but we in the Red House

Who the fuck want it? Name a fucking day

I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake

I gotta eat bitch, like a runaway

Ya'll niggas ain't eating stomach-ache

Ok all these bitches and niggas still hatin

I used to be ballin but now I'm Bill Gatin

Fuck her with my iPhone bumpin’ illmatic

I'm on the road to riches. It's just a lil traffic

Hair still platted fuckin is a habit

Keep my guitar hip hop Lenny Kravitz

Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits

Dope dick Weezy, your girlfriends an addict

Uh

[Outro]

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