เนื้อเพลง I Don't Like The Look of It - Lil Wayne
เนื้อเพลง I Don't Like The Look of It
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]
Okay I'm sippin' on the syrup
Got a n*gga movin' slow
I'm all about the money
What the f*ck you think I do it fo'?
B*tch don't act like you don't know
I'm killin' all these rap n*ggas
Custom made casket for yo' muthaf*ckin' funeral
Keep the women with me
Sh*t I gotta keep like two or mo'
Party everyday like we won the f*ckin' Superbowl
Chillin' wit' my n*gga Mack, he keep b*tches handy
White girl on the table love them sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin' by the women say "Who is that n*gga?"
I replied "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda that n*gga."
I was raised in the home of da cap splitters
Whip on 24?s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come wit' a toy, boy like a Happy Meal
And you's a muthaf*ckin' 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 n*gga, burnin' 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 n*gga doin' it just ask the n*ggas 'round me
So you can't size me up or try to clown, a
Shark in the water jump in and I'ma drown ya
New Orleans n*gga, gun out, I'ma down ya
Put n*ggas to sleep like a muthaf*ckin' downer
I'm a great white, you's a flounder
Fish and a b*tch I tuna eveything around ya
U-Haul Gudda, movin' everything around ya
It's Young Money b*tch
At the top is where they found us
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Uhh, goons on deck
Marley don't shoot 'em
Silence on the gun
Watch a n*gga mute 'em
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these n*ggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit'cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
The choppa spin him 'round, like a ballerina
B*tch I'm still spittin' like I ate a jalapeno
I'm from uptown my b*tch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stuttin' so hard it's all y'all fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 sauce
I ain't worry 'bout sh*t everything paid out
You can catch me court side at Dwayne Wade house
With a high yellow thick b*tch with her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a Red House
Who the f*ck want it? Make my f*cking day
I'll blow your candles out now n*gga cut the cake
I gotta eat b*tch like a runaway
Y'all n*ggas ain't eatin', stomachache
Ok, all these b*tches and n*ggas still hatin'
I used to be ballin', but now I'm Bill Gate-ing
F*ckin' with my iPhone bumpin' Illmatic
I'm on the road to riches, it's just a lil traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin' is a habit
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
Uhhh