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mo murda - gudda gudda lyrics

[intro: jae millz]
let’s go
millz
gudda, what up, my g?
vado, what’s poppin, slime?
young money, [?] most hated

[verse 1: jae millz]
ok it’s nothing on tv, so i’m sp*ced out getting fried
tryna find a way to f*ck one of the basketball wives
these n*ggas all lies, all pies
hard around the edges but soft as f*ck inside
i’m on some new sh*t, you got out on some fluke sh*t
back to guddaville, b*tch, this that part 2 sh*t
free weezy, free rem
free lil boosie, free c*gudda and free sims
young money cash money champs, check the sells
disrespect us, well pound key, epic fail
rich n*gga engine, v sixteen
i’m happy as a motherf*cker but my whip mean
money never lie, only a fool would threaten i
you ever saw casino, think about how pesci die?
it’s millz, b*tch, super fly and extra high
’bout to go to the moon, soon as she say, “hi”, i tell her, “bye”

[chorus: gudda gudda]
murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
grim reap’ flow we have come to collect spirits, n*gga
murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
grim reap’ flow we have come to collect spirits, n*gga
[verse 2: vado]
i got my “free lil wayne” t on (yes)
name vado, only my mother can call me teyon
‘nough work to break down and put my team on
sh*t wriggled, grip the iron to get my seam on (huh)
get straightened out when you lean wrong
i walk with a band, every hero should have a theme song (yes)
chef with it, my swag passed gimmick
splash critics, admit it or get admitted
[?] n*ggas ain’t spitting, y’all ad libbing
[?] watch son pass like [?]
once you finish, leave the rest on the plate
and the fiends a few samples, now the rest want a taste
from being stand up to sitting at the desk with the jake
act up, make a movie out ’em then edit his face, wow
slow your role, start pressing your brakes
rub you down to the ground’s how i’m addressing the hate
vado

[chorus: gudda gudda]
murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
grim reap’ flow we have come to collect spirits, n*gga
murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
n*gga, murda, murda murda, mo’ murda, n*gga
grim reap’ flow we have come to collect spirits, n*gga
[verse 3: gudda gudda]
yeah i gets busy, chuck taylors stay crispy
hit the stage, then i leave, and your b*tch coming with me (yeah)
homie, you can’t clone me (nope), purple sh*t, i’m on it (po’ up)
i am in the zone and i’m ripping up all opponents
i don’t save hoes, and i would never condone it
hit her with the bone and i’m gone early in the morning
i’m sick, ho, sick flow, i’m catching pneumonia
cough up the beat and i spit on the microphone
i’m a beast, i’m a dawg, ain’t nothing you can do with me
styrofoam got the pimp c in the screw in it
i’m from new orleans, n*gga, home of the bodybags
where the fiends’ll k!ll a n*gga for a powder bag
my money looking right, n*gga, i ain’t gotta brag
got my girl every louis purse, now she want prada bags
no problem, love, im’a grab them for ya
’cause you was here when i was broke, them other b*tches wasn’t
too g and i ain’t talking gucci
i’m talking gudda gudda, paper stack like loose leaf, uh
rocket in my pocket, kick like bruce lee
or i can slap you in your mouth, have a couple lose t**th, n*gga murda

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