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Lil – Wayne Jet Lee Bruce Lee (Ft. Gudda Gudda) Lyrics

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Gudda Gudda

Body bag the beat toe tag the highs ? more bragging rights if you aint
acting right send you to after life im the action type shoot mash and
fight I ball like Steve Nash and shoot pass the light and jump all in a
freak ass she getting smashed to night ima vulture nigga slicker than a
snake ima fool Ima ape and you food I am raping you fools my dick on
the track i molest you rappers Wayne and Gudda who wanna contest
the rappers nobody four shottys get the job done no problem I been a
beast since squad one my money running like sonic the hedge hog and
for the bread dog im like Adolf Ha Hitler give me the money or meet
the sizzler ima toaster like struddles ima burn these niggas yeah

Lil Wayne

And I dont wanna talk about it gangster shit right in front you nigga
walk around it they can let me do me they know I kick it like Jet Lii
Bruce Lee and Ive done what they cant do me without my gun up to
your aunt susey and blow out a dooby paint her ruby I am a loony you
niggas puny

Lil Wayne

I puke on the beat I juke and never fumble man I spit the dope like I
swallowed a bundle gotta spit the dope up cause the old head said if
you dont itll bust I heard if I sell it hard itll rush but if the people
come if its soft itll flush hum certainly dont get caught in a blind and
keep your curtains straight no I dont drink wine but I smoke purple

grape some time I see purple stars I aint talking purple bapes I gets
paid early cause I be working late too many painful memories shit hurt
to say crack flow no bake just stir and shake shooting when we pull like
erkale waist sip syrup got me moving at a turtle pase but quick draw
pop out like a turtle face ha paid and full you cant murk the ace I kill
your beat then beat the murder case yeah thats right ima kill this shit
and if the glove dont fit ima need a catchers mitt cause im high like a
pitch yeah im high like a pitch like Mariah and shit I guess im higher
than a bitch keep it dirty like im lying in a ditch like Eli im from New
Orleans ima giant in this bitch move the G and add a S and put the I
before the N and put the A in front of that and thats what I am to the
end, thats a saint motherfcker simplify it for them where your funeral
comes with a second line at end but you wont be second lining with
them cause you would be in hearse thats behind all of them yeah I
see your hommies dress in black like they funeral FUNER-AL but that
fashion statement is telling a lie, im pelican fly, Mac 11 inside, my
bullets come with wings and your cerembella can fly yeah fck it right
all year young money we are sick as ganarea like nausea heart burn
interjesture up set stomach and diareah get some peptobismo hoe ha
ha ha young mula baby

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