Let Me In Lyrics - Guddaville - Gudda Gudda

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 motherfucker, 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' niggas know who the god is 

I son rappers, let them know who they father is 

I wouldnt bother him, cuz i will slaughter them 

then hang a nigga from a tree like a ornament 

yea im on my shit, full content 

its a filthy game and im dirty like a ?? (wine-back?) 

yeah nigga im back, now who gon' stop that 

Murcielago, with the top back 

all red round me 

no feds round me 

killers wit me too, they bust your head proudly 

go head and doubt me 

bitch 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, bitch 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 niggas 

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 

bitch nigga let me in