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Gudda Gudda - Dedication 3 lyrics

Artist: Gudda Gudda

album: Gudda Grindin


And this is just a mixtape, Damn
(Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
(It's more of a dedication, D 3!)
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
(This what ya'll was waiting for? DJ Drama!)
And Ima Keep Fucking this word till you mothafuckas come for me (ya)
Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggas is killers and all these killers wit me (ya)
But you should be more afraid of the killer in me
Cause Im bout kill em
Im bout kill em
'Caus ima bouta kill em
Im bouta kill em
So fuck it ima kill em
So fuck it ima kill em
So fuck it ima kill em
So fuck it ima kill em (ya)
And Ima Keep Fuckin this word till you mothafuckas come for me (ya)
Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggas is killers and all these killers with me (ya)
But you should be afraid of me
Young veteran, soon to be O.G
Plus I spit like a crack head with no teeth
I hear you little niggas barking, want more beef
You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no piece
And when it comes to money my shit is obese
Like Della Reese, I need celery
More money what the fuck these niggas telling me
Im young Lucifer
Take em all to hell with me, Ya
Drop em off in a fire storm
YM riot squad get our riot on
If he testify like common see the fire bomb
If you know whats best mothafucka get your quiet on
These niggas starving out here getting they diet on
While im eatin nigga gripping on my styrofoam
One man game nigga ima die alone
For now I'm with your girl getting my Rowdy Rod Piper on
Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring
No bull I push pro Vs like Pantene
Blow like a trombone
Funny niggas tambourine
Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine
Gators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearers
And my niggas on paper getting paper like ball players
No blood no foul, ya my heart cold as moscow
We NAPA killin like a hot towel
All my hoes hostile
Not me, never tell me "not now"
Rap niggas forty cal to your brow
Roof remover
We leave your brain with more air
Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair
Seduce her, ya
You rappers should be tired o' lyin'
But I know its hard like a tire iron
But yet it's complex like it's Mayan science
Or Aztec math
I'm crazy as a mess tab
I feed niggas like a mess hall
And yes y'all
Its Willie I address y'all
Or like a stylist
Nobodies fly as this
You crazy, I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist
And Ima Keep fucking this word til ya mothafuckas come for me (ya)
Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me
And all these niggas is killers and all these killers with me
But you should be afraid of me
Cuz Ima kill em
Ima kill em
Ya ima kill em
Yes Ima kill em
And ima kill em
Ima kill em
Ima kill ummummu
They say powder makes you hyper
Reefer makes you calm
Cigarettes give u cancer
Well wounds make you dull
While I sip the purple harlot
Thick as my Southern drawl
Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws
They got bats up in the cave
Upside down blood rushing to they head
They reacting off sound as I stand on the mound
Pitchin for the crown
Uptown bound face painted like a clown
Reciting scriptures from the chapters
Proverbs leviticus
Old ass rappers complaining what the business is
'Bout the state of hip
Soundin like some bitches hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick
Its ridiculous the new school nigga
What you need to do is become a resident
Under the condition
Get your ass up off your ass
And get your ass up on a mission
Become some competition
Like Federer and Nadal
Young money nigga we ball
Like Kobe or Chris Paul
For giving a whack cracker
Still sipping Cristal
Wavin the lifeline
Since lifes a bitch y'all
Raising up the skirts of jezzebels
For no cash like
"Bitch give me that ass"
Or pulling up to the lot like
"Give me that jag"
No pulling up to the lot like
"Give me that lam"
They study me, yeah
They cram like im a final exam
If I hit you in your back
You'll need a spinal exam
Im something like a rhino or ram
Animal, beast
Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast
YM militia you niggas better retreat
Or be like this beat
R.I.P. deceased
Cuz Ima kill em
Ima kill em
Ya ima kill em
Yes Ima kill em
And ima kill em
Ima kill em
Ima kill ummummu
Ya already, ya better call every pallbearer in ya area the ball carrier gon' get popped
If I'm coming around the block the in swing drive gets stopped
He gon drop like a flop
On the court I love sports
That's why I play my bitches cause I got game
That's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)
Same hustle new money
Im just hip hoppin like two bunnies
Who run it, bitch nigga moi
That was French, nigga
Not a kiss, nigga nah
Haha No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4
They say I fuck so and so
And I be like so, so and so
Nikes on they neck, they like let me breathe
Im sorry but I can't this is how we feed
This is why we hot
This is how we freeze
To fast to follow
This is why we lead
And the money in the pocket isn't why we Gs, see
This is how we shoot and this is how we leave
You know we tote steal, this is how we ease
You can get the steel if you try these thieves now
Pass me the swisher let me climb these trees
And them haters say we couldn't this is why we Bs
This shit like pudding, putting it down like gravitys pulling
Putting it down like gravitys pulling
Putting it down like gravitys pulling me to the ground
Young
Yooung
Yoooung
(Dedication 3)
Yooung
(Y'all ready?!)
Yooung mula baabyy

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