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I Don't Like the Look of It

by Lil Wayne

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Ok I'm sippin' on the syrup Got a nigga moving slow I'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it for Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing all these rap niggas Custom made caskets for you muthafucka funerals Keep the women with me Shit I gotta keep like two or more Party everyday like we won the fucking Superbowl Chillin' wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy When I'm walking by the women say ' Who is that nigga?' I replied 'Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that nigga' I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters Whip on 24's watch it crawl like a caterpillar I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal And yous a muthafuckin' duck, Daffy Dill I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill Pick the knife or gunner, you can 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 Realist nigga doin' it just ask the niggas around me So you cant size me up or try to clown uh Shark in the water jump in and Imma drown ya New Orleans nigga, Gun out, Imma down ya Put niggas to sleep like a muthafuckin' downer Imma Great White, yous a flounder Fish and a bitch I tuna eveything around ya U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya It's Young Money Bitch At the top is where they found us Uh, Goons on deck Marley don't shoot em' Silence on the 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 playin' wit cha The weed broke down, like a transmission Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina Bitch I'm still spittin' 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 A1 Sauce I ain't worryin' bout shit, Everything paid out You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house Wit a high yellow thick bitch wit her legs out Cash Money president but we in a red house Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin' day I blow your candles out, now nigga cut that cake I gotta eat bitches, like a run-away Y'all niggas ain't eatin, stomach ache Ok, all these bitches, And niggas still hatin I used to be ballin', But now I'm Bill Gate'n Fuckin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits Dope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh

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