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Gudda Gudda lyrics : "Red Rum (Outro)"

Yea, it go Young Money, Young Money, can't nobody see us
I come to bring the noise and the racket like Serena
Leaving rappers stranded in the water like FEMA

Cuz they WWF, fake John Cenas
MCeemer, who got the keys to my Beamer?
Give em to my baby mama, let er ride cleaner

I don't call em rap ^!$$%s, I call em rap divas
Cuz these ^!$$%s got legs with a #[email protected] in-between em
Son I'm like Phoenix, charm was the meaning of a real killa with his nuts hangin to the ceiling

Holla if you see me, real ^!$$%s only
If you fake look the other way and walk straight homie
I ain't here to diss, I'm her to dismantle

Beats cut them more in, I'ma burn in like a candle
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
I'm a stand up ^!$$%, boy I'm too bold to fold

I'm a east side ^!$$%, gun under my pillow
Pistol whip yo head, back and forth like Willow
Never been a soft boy, I'm rough like thriller

And I'm 10 times worse when I pop a cup of Skittles
I'm rollin, rollin, car not stolen
Light skinned it ^!$$% but my neck look golden

Money I'm countin, haters keep doubtin
Rappin at my peak, at the peak of the mountain
That mean I'm on top and you'll never see me floppin

When my album drop I bet the fans go and cop it
Spittin straight classics, turn the tray to aces
Ball hard with the rock and I ain't never passin

Down south ^!$$% with a east coast spirit
In the booth turn the mic on and I'mma get it loose
It's been a hard road but I'mma get through

Hard work pays off, baby I'm the living proof
No toilet in the studio, I'm %#@!tin in the booth
And the raps that I'm writin got me sittin in the coup

Young Money Cash Money, name a better crew
Bow down to the team, that's what you bet I'm do
I'mma keep goin like the Energizer bunny

Like I told you on my first tape, I'm getting to the money
And I'm all about the dolla, if you not don't holler
And I got a couple problems but the money will solve it

I'm a east side ^!$$%, New Orleans night boy
Livin like Bruce Willis, ^!$$% I'mma die hard
You got hate in yo eyes, I can see it

And my young killas with me, wearin stripes like Adidas
And I'mma keep glowin, freestyle flowin
But I don't rap for free, it's a fee when I'm flowin

I'm back on my bull%#@!, extension with the full clip
To kick back from the click clack and make a full flip
I'm on the road to riches, it's a must now

But I'm still stuck up in the traffic like rush hour
All my ^!$$%s crazy, animals, hostile
We the red army, marching like Moscow


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