Lyrics:
yo gudda, do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda
First off, R.I.P fo'
Compton California in case you didn't know
All up on derm with a pretty white ho
Made it out
I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda i’m Gudda, Gudda
I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda
I got high the rest of all
Yeah, I got that bottle i’m Gudda, I’m Gudda
I’m Gudda, I
(+I Get High+ repeats in background)
SQ - thats what we do weezy Baby Gudda Gudda
Y'all ready know we always git
Too gangsta on shit
Me and my Bra we
nigga Gudda mixtape go get that shit
And uh I ain't gonna talk too much
So, I'm gonna get back to this blunt
And you get back to the mixtape
No
walkin' my way
I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away
Let's buy a place, with all kind of space
I let you be the judge, an-an-and I'm the case
I'm Gudda
&
Gudda to eat a few niggas back up
Murder Murder Steel Steel uh huuuh
Holla at ya dude
Call the coronor man the track
Has just been murded
Check me out
I
Gudda Gudda, T-Streets, Drizzy Drake, Mack Maine
Jae Millz, Tyga Tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like, yeah
I said I
with God
Like "Hallelujah, baby!"
It's, it's Young Moola, baby
Young Gudda, put the gun to ya head, make ya pop like a bubble
When I pop off, you
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
B
Gudda, gudda
I'm so fuckin gudda, I'm so fuckin gudda
I'm gudda, gudda i'm so fuckin gudda
I'm so fuckin gudda, I'm so fuckin gudda
I'm gudda
pop like titties
Pound sign - sit your ass down, bitch
I'm busy i'm balling like a bitch
- all-blue Ken Griffies
You a chicken, rotisserie
Squeeze
for it You gudda wait for it
Wait for it You gudda wait for it
Now yu waitin
How yu see me runnin but um flashin
Its fantastic close by run it I
walkin' my way
I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away
Let's buy a place, with all kind of space
I let you be the judge, an-an-and I'm the case
I'm Gudda
Yea yea yea yea uh
Yea yea yea yea uh
I gotta keep it gudda yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Its gudda
If it aint about money
'm givin' them more reasons (more-more reasons)
Hit up Lil Wayne, while I'm in the Four Seasons (the Four Seasons)
Tell Gudda, Mack, and Kidd Kidd I'm here
your bitch chose me, I'm sorry man
Young n-gga with old school, game like an Atari man
Thats your ho callin' man
I'm Gudda Gudda bitch, thats what they
Gudda Gudda, that nigga!"
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
They call me Young Gudda,
I'm all about the doe still,
And anybody in my way, Roadkill,
Everything my hands touch turn to gold,
Money, Knots
They call me Young Gudda
I'm all about the doe still
And anybody in my way, Roadkill
Everything my hands touch turn to gold
Money, Knots and Jewels
but I got to ball
Money Yao Ming, yes, it's that tall
But I'm gutta, gutta, what's up, Gudda Gudda?
I got rotten apple blood in my veins
I reversed
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
Gudda, yeah
Okay, I'm leanin' to the left, flag in my right pocket
Star Trek fly, unidentified flying object
Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my
I get straight to the mula
Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' Young Mula, Gudda times two, I
Remember when I used
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