Gudda Gudda - The Other Side lyrics

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Gudda Gudda - The Other Side lyrics

[La the Darkman] Yeahhh... L.A.D I'm all about that cheese, swiss or mozerella Muenster, kobe, American or cheddar When it come to robbery, nobody do it better Notorious L.A.D, fresh Coogi sweater The cleanest, lyrics is the meanest Understand my English, n***a I'm a genius Ice like a snow cone, writin' in my iPhone Went from sellin' crack to sellin' ringtones Straight out the projects to million dollar homes Inside the Carter, cookin' 36 zones 36 O's and I break them all down In and out of every trap, all through the A-town The Emba**y A.M.G, Young Money merger I'm a Young Champ Like Ben Roethlisberger S.S. Chevy with the big block engine Rims and paint cost me a whole pension [Jae Millz] I don't need nothing but my n***as and enough weed to go around A tinted sedan, some grams and loaded pound f** what another n***a think of me I'm thinkin' multi-millions, he thinkin' G's n***a please, get your mind right f** tryna be fresh, get your grind right Cuz I'm like, so in another league I throw my pitches at different degrees And I spiril my pigskins at different speeds And I hit threes cuz at different times I release My shot cold, n***a, I'm Hot Don't be tight cuz you not Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath I'm the good, I'm the bad, I'm the devil, I'm Jesus Its Young Money b**h, the game needs us Gudda Gudda, what it is n***a? Kid-Kid Chi, get it how you live n***a My n***a Mack Maine just left the dealership And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick Diamond rings, diamond chains, royal suites, private planes Palm trees, big change, I can't complain I made a promise to myself that I'll never be have-not n***a f** being broke, sh** Before that day come, I'll A.K. stamp ya When there's beef, I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler f** what you heard, in the booth I goes off Like the lights if you ain't payin' us the third And you already two months late witcha bill Clown n***a you's a lame, b**h n***a, I'm Millz Young Mullah [Gudda-Gudda] If you didn't, now you know Its the million dollar n***a with the million dollar flow Icicle chain got a million dollar glow Quarter mill for the gang if you tryna book a show Temp plates on the Bentley, ridin' through the 'jects Got a pocket full of money n***a, Hand on my tech I'm demandin' respect, I'm a man to respect Disrespect your man, put my hand 'round his neck Its no other than Gudda Gudda man Still bout my money n***a, f** another man I'm on the paper chase, all about the hustle man I be climbin' through your window like I'm f**ing Bruh Man Look I'm - Shady Aftermath, put your head in a scope A bank roll with bucks is what these young n***as k**in' for The game dirty on the streets tryna deal Yayo Fifty clips at his hat leave a peeled potato [Lil Wayne] I call my nina bay like San Diego Get me twisted and I'm a turn into a tornado And all my riders ridin' like a Winnebago You stay, but I'm a let that A.K. go Rawer than a qualo, shoot you like Halo Give ya a** a halo These b**hes walk around actin like they J.lo Man, I remember when these b**hes was just hey ho Hey ho, how you doing? Me, I'm doing every f**in' thang Smokin' them dykes, I'm on that Mary f**ing Jane This sh** so Tom and Jerry to Lil Wayne And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil Wayne, ha And b**h I'm greedy But if I keep eatin' you rappers, I'll get sugars diabetes Sweetie, I'm a different species I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces What the f** do I be thinkin? k**, k**, murder and Benjamin Franklin Your girlfriend is into them gangstas And me being a gangsta, I get into your girlfriend I stay still when the world spins And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman You heard me, you heard him Him being me And we are better than All you y'all b**hes, n***as, hoes Enemies, foes Threes, twos, ones But these dudes won

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