Gudda Gudda - What You Talkin Bout lyrics

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Gudda Gudda - What You Talkin Bout lyrics

[Intro] If you ain’t talkin’ money, what you talkin’ ‘bout? If you ain’t talkin’ money, what you talkin’ ‘bout? If you ain’t talkin’ money, what you talkin’ ‘bout? Real n***as walkin’ through, better walk around [Verse 1] Pour a pint in the 20, all my n***as be ridin’ f** around, see the news – all your n***as be bodies She told me her n***a comin’, she gon’ put me in the closet I told her “go tell that n***a he won’t see me in the closet” And if his body a bank, shotty gon’ be my deposit We run up, they run off – who seen where they joggin’? I get the prop and the posters, shooters gon’ think it’s they market Call the trunk K-Mart, guess who gon’ be their target? No particular n***as, tell y’all set “bye” Burnin’, my chest high, look at my left eye sponsored links I know Keisha and Nina, and my b**h like Chiquita Cut your throat like Chiquita, s**in’ off my Chiquita We ‘bout it, all my n***as be ‘bout it Paper, pistols and p**y, all my n***as be ‘bout it They get to sendin’ the shots, all my n***as reroute it Sex, money and murder, all my n***as be ‘bout it [Hook] If you ain’t talkin’ money, what you talkin’ ‘bout? Real n***as walkin’ through, better walk around Chopper hangin’ out, it’s got a drum on it n***as talkin’ stupid, we go dumb on ‘em AK check, AR check – click-clack, bang! Aimin’ at his neck AK check, AR check – click-clack, bang! Aimin’ at his neck [Verse 2] Ridin’ with my rooftop back Light skin, tatted up – Tupac back Rest in peace Machiavelli – macks to his belly Swiss-cheese a n***a – turn him to spaghetti Bunch of p**y cats, your whole team scary Got my dogs with me, my whole team ready f** all y’all, already poppin’ Got a b**h named Nina, givin’ head proper She go click-clack – headshot ‘em Stomp a n***a bloody, I’ve got red bottoms Mentally insane, I’ve got every problem Beef? We turn that issue to a dead problem Cutter in the trunk, money in my pocket They can’t stop it, me and gunner takin’ off like rockets You ain’t bringin’ money ‘round? n***a you could move around Surround your team with choppers singin’ loud, that’s surround sound [Hook]

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