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lirik lagu i don’t like the look (willy wonka) – gudda gudda

[chorus; gudda gudda]
i i i don’t like the look of it
i i i don’t like the look of it
i i i don’t like the look of it

[verse 1: gudda gudda]
ok i’m sipping on the syrup got a n*gga mioving slow
i’m all bout the money what the f*ck you think i do it for
just don’t act like you ain’t know i’m k!lling these rap ass n*ggas
costing them thier caskets for your motherf*cking funeral
keep these women with me sh*t i gotta keep two or more
party everyday like we won the f*cking superbowl
chilling with my n*gga mack he keeps b*tches handy
white girls on the table let them sniff the nose candy
when i’m walking by the women say who is that
n*gga i reply i’m gudda gudda that n*gga
i was raised in a home of cap splitters
whip on 24s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
i come with a toy boy like a happy meal
and you a motherf*cking duck daffy dale
from the school of hard knocks where we scr*p and k!ll
pick the kinfe with gunna you could get the package deal
i’m hot n*gga 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
realest n*gga doing it just ask the n*gga round me
so you can’t size me up but try to clown a
shark jump in the water and i’m a drown ya
new orleans gun out i’m a down ya
put n*ggas to sleep like a downer
i’m a great white you a flounder
fish ain’t a b*tch i’ll tuna everything around ya
you hoe gudda move everything around ya
it’s young money b*tch at the top is where they found us
n*gga

[verse 2: lil wayne]
goons i’m back marley don’t shoot ’em
silence on a gun watch a n*gga mute ’em
the coach and the boot call me jon gruden
schooled these n*gga they all my students
all jokes aside i ain’t playing with ya
the weed broke down like a transmission
choppers spin like a ballerina
i’m still spitting like i ate a jalapeno
i’m from uptown my b*tchs from argentina
my pockets on fat like joey cartagena
stunt so hard it’s all ya’ll fault
and when it come to beef give me a*1 sauce
i ain’t worrying about sh*t everything paid
catch me poolside in dwayne wades house
wth a high yellow b*tch with her legs out
catch money president but we in red house
who the f*ck want it name a f*cking day
blow the candles out my n*gga cut the cake
i gotta eat b*tch like a runaway
ya’ll n*ggas ain’t eating stomache
ok all these b*tches and n*ggas still hatin
i used to be ballin but now i’m bill gating
f*ck you with my iphone bumpin illmatic
i’m on the road to riches it’s just a lil traffic
hair still platic f*ckins a habit
keep my guitar hip hop manny cravis
bought your bad b*tches and i f*ck ’em like rabbits
dope big weezy your girlfriends a addict
uh

[chorus: gudda gudda]
i i don’t i i don’t
i don’t like the look of it

- gudda gudda

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