I Don'T Like The Look Of It 歌词

歌曲名:I Don'T Like The Look Of It歌手:Lil Wayne专辑:I Am Not A Human BeingLil Wayne feat。 Gudda Gudda - I Don't Like The Look Of ItOk Im sippin on the syrupGot a n-gga moving slowI'm all about the moneyWhat the f-ck you think I do it forB-tch don't act like you don't knowI'm killing all these rap n-ggasCustom made caskets for you muthaf-cka funeralsKeep the women with meSh-t I gotta keep like two or moreParty everyday like we won the f-cking SuperbowlChillin wit my n-gga Mack, he keep b-tches handyWhite girl on the table love them sniff nose candyWhen I'm walking by the women say "Who is that n-gga?"I replied "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda that n-gga"I was raised in the home of da Cap SplittersWhip on 24's watch it crawl like a caterpillarI come with a toy boy like a Happy MealAnd yous a muthaf-ckin' duck, Daffy DillI'm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and killPick the knife or gunner, you can get the package dealI'm hot n-gga, burning everything around meI was lost for a minute took a while but I found meThe streets say I'm King but the game will never crown meRealist n-gga doin it just ask the n-ggas around meSo you cant size me up or try to clown uhShark in the water jump in and Imma drown yaNew Orleans n-gga, Gun out, Imma down yaPut n-ggas to sleep like a muthaf-ckin' downerImma Great White, yous a flounderFish and a b-tch I tuna eveything around yaU-Haul Gudda, moving everything around yaIt's Young Money BitchAt the top is where they found usUhh, Goons on deckMarley don't shoot em'Silence on the gunWatch a n-gga mute em'The coach in the boothCall me Jon GrudenSchool these n-ggas, they all my studentsAll jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit chaThe weed broke down, like a transmissionTha choppa spin him round, like a ballerinaB-tch I'm still spittin like I ate a JalapeñoI'm from uptown, my bitch from ArgentinaMy pockets on fat like Joey CartagenaStunt so hard, it's all y'all faultAnd when it come to beef give me A1 SauceI ain't worryin bout sh-t, Everything paid outYou could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's houseWit a high yellow thick b-tch wit her legs outCash Money president but we in a red houseWho the f-ck want it? Make my f-ckin' dayI blow your candles out, now n-gga cut that cakeI gotta eat bitches, like a run-awayY'all n-ggas ain't eatin, stomach acheOk, all these b-tches, And n-ggas still hatinI used to be ballin', But now I'm Bill Gate'nF-ckin with my iPhone, bumpin IllmaticI'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil trafficHair still platted, thuggin is a habbitKeep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny KravitzBunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbitsDope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhhhttp://music。baidu。com/song/7390034