I Don't Like The Look Of It Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Gudda! 

Okay, I'm sippin on the syrup 

Got a nigga moving slow 

I'm all about the money 

What the fuck you think I do it for? 

Bitch don't act like you don't know 

I'm killing all these rap niggas 

Custom made casket for your motherfuckin' funerals 

Keep the women with me 

Shit I gotta keep like two or more 

Party everyday like we won the fucking Superbowl 

Chillin wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy 

White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy 

When I'm walking by the women say "Who is that nigga?" 

I reply: "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that nigga" 

I was raised in the home of the Cap Splitters 

Whip on 24's, watch it crawl like a caterpillar 

I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal 

And you's a motherfuckin' duck, Daffy Dill 

I'm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill 

Pick the knife or gun and you can get the package deal 

I'm hot nigga, burning everything around me 

I was lost for a minute, took a while but I found me 

The streets say I'm King, but the game will never crown me 

Realist nigga doin' it, just ask the niggas around me 

So you can't size me up or try to clown uh 

Shark in the water, jump in and I'mma drown ya 

New Orleans nigga, gun out, I'mma down ya 

Put niggas to sleep like a motherfuckin' downer 

I'm a Great White, you's a flounder 

Fish and a bitch, I tuna everything around ya 

U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya 

It's Young Money bitch 

At the top is where they found us nigga 

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Uhh, goons on deck 

Marley don't shoot 'em 

Silence on the gun 

Watch a nigga mute 'em 

The coach in the booth 

Call me Jon Gruden 

School these niggas, they all my students 

All jokes aside, I ain't playin' witcha 

The weed broke down, like a transmission 

The Choppa spin him round, like a ballerina 

Bitch I'm still spittin' like I ate a Jalapeno 

I'm from Uptown, my bitch from Argentina 

My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena 

Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault 

And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce 

I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, everything paid out 

You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house 

With a high yellow thick bitch, with her legs out 

Cash Money President but we in a red house 

Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin' day 

I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake 

I gotta eat bitch, like a run-away 

Y'all niggas ain't eatin', stomach ache 

Okay, all these bitches and niggas still hatin' 

I used to be ballin', but now I'm Bill Gatein' 

Fuckin' with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic 

I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic 

Hair still platted, thuggin' is a habit 

Keep my guitar, Hip Hop Lenny Kravitz 

Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits 

Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict 

Uhhh 

Haha 

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