i don’t like the look of it lyrics – lil’ wayne

gudda!

okay, i’m sippin on the syrup
got a n*gg* moving slow
i’m all about the money
what the f*ck you think i do it for?
b*tch don’t act like you don’t know
i’m killing all these rap n*gg*s
custom made casket for your motherf*ckin’ funerals
keep the women with me
sh*t i gotta keep like two or more
party everyday like we won the f*cking superbowl
chillin wit my n*gg* mack, he keep b*tches handy
white girl on the table, let ‘em sniff the nose candy
when i’m walking by the women say “who is that n*gg*?”
i reply: “hi, i am gudda gudda, that n*gg*”
i was raised in the home of the cap splitters
whip on 24’s, watch it crawl like a caterpillar
i come with a toy boy like a happy meal
and you’s a motherf*ckin’ duck, daffy dill
i’m from the school of hard knocks, where we scr*p and kill
pick the knife or gun and you can get the package deal
i’m hot n*gg*, burning everything around me
i was lost for a minute, took a while but i found me
the streets say i’m king, but the game will never crown me
realist n*gg* doin’ it, just ask the n*gg*s around me
so you can’t size me up or try to clown uh
shark in the water, jump in and i’mma drown ya
new orleans n*gg*, gun out, i’mma down ya
put n*gg*s to sleep like a motherf*ckin’ downer
i’m a great white, you’s a flounder
fish and a b*tch, i tuna everything around ya
u-haul gudda, moving everything around ya
it’s young money b*tch
at the top is where they found us n*gg*

uhh, goons on deck
marley don’t shoot ‘em
silence on the gun
watch a n*gg* mute ‘em
the coach in the booth
call me jon gruden
school these n*gg*s, they all my students
all jokes aside, i ain’t playin’ witcha
the weed broke down, like a transmission
the choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
b*tch i’m still spittin’ like i ate a jalapeno
i’m from uptown, my b*tch from argentina
my pockets on fat like joey cartagena
stunt so hard, it’s all y’all fault
and when it come to beef, give me a1 sauce
i ain’t worryin’ ’bout sh*t, everything paid out
you could catch me courtside in dwayne wade’s house
with a high yellow thick b*tch, with her legs out
cash money president but we in a red house
who the f*ck want it? make my f*ckin’ day
i blow your candles out, now n*gg* cut the cake
i gotta eat b*tch, like a run-away
y’all n*gg*s ain’t eatin’, stomach ache
okay, all these b*tches and n*gg*s still hatin’
i used to be ballin’, but now i’m bill gatein’
f*ckin’ with my iphone, b*mpin’ illmatic
i’m on the road to riches, there’s just a lil traffic
hair still platted, thuggin’ is a habit
keep my guitar, hip hop lenny kravitz
bunch of bad b*tches and i f*ck ‘em like rabbits
dope d*ck weezy, ya girlfriend an addict
uhhh
haha

/ lil wayne lyrics