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Gudda Gudda lyrics : "New Born"

(Verse)
Ok, if you ain't getting money who the $#&@ are you to judge me?
Mama think I'm handsome but the flow is so ugly

Trust me, cash rules everything around me
New Orleans east side, streets is where they find me
Real ^!$$%, fake ^!$$%s get the $#&@ from round me

The choppas start to turn your brain into some ground meat
I'll be hustling until the day my clock stops
I'm pelican fly, looking down from the top

I can't stop, won't stop, haters wonder why
Whenever land, I tell the man they ain't seein I
My feet got the fliest kicks you prolly ever seen

And a fresh low T, Levi's as my jeans

(Hook x4)

Ok, I'm fresher than a new born
All black shades on
Polo T snapback,

Fresh pair of J's on

(Verse)

I'm tryina take Alice to Wonderland
And make that $$# pop like a rubber band
I got the upper hand, I'm going up her skirt

Young Hugh Hefner, I'm a $#&@ing flirt
Let's get it, talking money then I'm with it
No, I'm not the best rapper but I bet I am the realest

From New Orleans to Philly, I get bread in every city
I get head in every city, my (*##$es got $$# and !@%$
I got dimes that's my work, cause I'm fly like a bird

Stickin dip my hands on chickens, I could fly em till you curve
When I spit it's like a pistol with a red dot
Lyrical homicide, red rum, headshot


(Hook x4)
Ok, I'm fresher than a new born

All black shades on
Polo T snapback,
Fresh pair of J's on


(Verse)
Bein fly is my hobby, my closet like a mall

And it takes me like an hour, just to see what I be rocking
Got a million options, no matter what I wear
The (*##$es gotta stop and stare

Cause I'm fly like a robin
Young money mother$#&@er, all you dummy mother$#&@ers
Stop hating and go and get you some money mother$#&@er

Double G (*##$, that's my name hoe
Got the club jumping, (*##$ you know who they came for


(Hook x4)
Ok, I'm fresher than a new born
All black shades on

Polo T snapback,
Fresh pair of J's on

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