Gudda Gudda - Let Me In lyrics

Zombies! (Gudda Gudda) Uh, im goin in Nobody cold as him I got them hoes on gin I knock em down like bowling pins, yeah Im chasin paper, while i chase my dreams While im on codeine mixed with that promethazine Cargo shorts, white tee on me Morgan Freeman in my cup pull up that lean on me I need cash on delivery, C.O.D Young Money in this motherf**er, we gon' eat Now watch me O.D, controlled substance In my raps every time i speak, this time i preach, yeah And let these lil' n***as know who the god is I son rappers, let them know who they father is I wouldn't bother him, cuz i will slaughter them Then hang a n***a from a tree like a ornament Yea im on my sh**, full content Its a filthy game and im dirty like a ?? (wine-back?) Yeah n***a im back, now who gon' stop that Murcielago, with the top back All red round me No feds round me k**ers wit me too, they bust your head proudly Go head and doubt me b**h i got money pilin' (piling) And i got white movin', call it snow-plowin When the beef on, Young Money rite here Yeah i smell fear, your worst nightmare Im in your dreams, while im livin mine I got a sick flow, yeah i spit that swine Threw cough up a virus when i spit a line Yeah im gettin' mine, b**h its dinner time And you are starvin artists And we taking over, yeah we bout' to starve you artist But imma eat regardless I got your freakin goddess In my bed giving head, and she take freakin orders Man this freak is gorgeous Im so better than These other rookie n***as Come and meet the veteran I got that medicine Knock knock, let me in Or i'll be in your living room, late night Like let em in b**h n***a let me in