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i know what to do - gudda gudda lyrics

[chorus]
getting money, i know what to do
every whip i pull up in is new
call me gudda gudda, times 2
get your girl and make her yell out oo

[verse 1]
fast money, young money, stacking cash money
behind my family and my n*ggas, i’m a crash dummy
put my all into this sh*t, til the very last of me
can’t give a chick my all, i might just give her half of me
oo, i’m on southbeach miami with the freaks
[?] 12 when i eat, pull up [?]
all my b*tches [?] won’t hear my business in the streets
[?] n*gga, i am me, all these [?] think i’m unique
let them hit the coca, watch them turn into a vulture
then i let her eat the mеat, til i’m exploading, now i’m floating
i’m on cloud 9, [?] it’s my time
the dеvil try to stop me, but yet still i shine
catching plays, i’ma toss it off the backboard
finished the school of hard nox, you took a crash course
i can send something at you, and that’s a fact, boy
they yelling gudda is back, just like the fat boys

[chorus]
getting money, i know what to do
every whip i pull up in is new
call me gudda gudda, times 2
get your girl and make her yell out oo
[verse 2]
i’ma keep it going, ’cause i can’t stop
repping l.a.t., and i’m the mascot
drank got my eyes low, like i’m from bankc*ck
pull your b*tch, then let her go just like a slingshot
bunch of bullsh*t that i’m hearing with my ears, n*gga
so i ain’t f*cking with you n*ggas, tommy hilfiger
i’m a slave, i was running in that field, n*gga
real n*ggas know just how to deal, n*gga
that’s how i feel, n*gga
i am a titan, there’s nothing like him
your girl think i’m enticing, and on sight she get excited
[?] i get the light and [?] juice to get me higher
hop in the booth and start a fire
they call me lord, she call me [?]
i am a rider, you are a lier
not kevin gates, but i don’t get tired
y’all should retire, you are not fly
y’all not hustlers, y’all just buyers
i’m what she desires, and requires
k!lling the p*ssy, and then i revive it
pay for the verse, deliver the fire
k!lling this sh*t, that’s murder for hire

[chorus]
getting money, i know what to do
every whip i pull up in is new
call me gudda gudda, times 2
get your girl and make her yell out oo

- gudda gudda lyrics

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