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lock my ceo up - gudda gudda lyrics

[intro: gudda gudda]
honorable c*note
free weezy, n*gga
i got you

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca

[verse 1: gudda gudda]
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
motherf*ck a show, i put ’bout 10 bricks on the tour buss
now i’m getting more bucks, more white than powdered doughnuts
i would never fold up, before i’m ’bout to pour up
i’m sipping on that purple sh*t, dipping in the turning lane
they call me gudda gudda, ho, b*tch, i know you heard the name
ain’t no murder murder gang, getting to the money, n*gga
they locked my n*gga up, they ain’t stopping nothing, n*gga
this is more than music, young money movement
shout out to brick squad, n*gga, free gucci
my sneaks louis, and the belt the same
real n*gga music, gudda and waka flame

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
i’m in h*town, with the real n*ggas
off in [?] with the goonies and the drug dealers
assh0l* by nature, real n*ggas, what’s up, trae?
i do 20 years like mike prince any day
b*tch, i’m from where them n*ggas work at all the stores
and they hold heat, shawty, i’m from grove street
stupid house party, dumb pool party
this a club night, up all night
jewelry h*lla bright, sunlight
headlights, flex time
25 days, call it gucci time
365, call it on my grind

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca

[verse 3: gudda gudda]
i’m still on my hustle, the grind never stop
slow but sure grind, i’m rising to the top
i’m eating good, n*gga, they pay me very well
a hundred thou last month, no faireytale
so what you talking ’bout?
’cause i’m the one they talking ’bout
young money hit man, take one of your artists out
i gotta be the hardest out, weak n*ggas, i call them out
still got my aiprin on, rappers in my slaughter house
with a group of n*ggas wiht me, 5 9’s like slaughterhouse
so n*gga, place your order, and i can get the order out
i bring the money in, and dish the money out
no worries, i’ma get it back, that’s what a hustler ’bout
[chorus: waka flocka flame]
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca
locked my ceo up, now it’s back to coca

- gudda gudda lyrics

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