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Gudda Gudda

Genres: Hip-Hop

Small Thing To A Giant Lyrics - Gudda Gudda

[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] 

I'm about that drama 

You f*cking with the kind of n*gga that got a gangster grill 

Yelling diamonds when I ramble n*gga 

So don't cross me, got ammo like Rambo 

N*gga likes to gamble, you crapped out 

You bad gambling n*gga 

N*ggas moving fast gotta pump the brakes on 'em 

They better pump 'em fast before I beat the brakes off 'em 

My goon's real hungry looking for a real break 

And you's a real phony looking like a big steak 

So get your sh*t straight before I grab the big eight 

Hit you in your left eye, now you can't see sh*t straight 

Ray Charles n*ggas blind to the fact 

While you was in your class, I was grinding getting scratch 

The night grind and you get scratched 

Now you cryin' like a b*tch 

You a bird, got wings I'ma fly you with the pack 

These little n*ggas got the nerve, these n*ggas under me 

I put you under my wing, n*ggas you's a son to me 

 

[Hook - Gudda Gudda] 

Small thing to a giant [x4] 

 

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] 

Guess what? Streets all paper and me I'm praying for probation 

Like my ancestors prayed for segregation 

I'm a predator, when I prey I don't mean meditation 

I mean vegetation, f*ck the Feds and f*ck the federation 

And every agent; man I want that Asian, sexy like a Geisha 

Get up in her stomach like Ignatia 

I'ma stop; nah, let me keep going, C4ing, we blowing 

Up you better be detouring if we're touring 

And she's snoring cause he boring 

Shawty need a refund -- bring her back; but when it comes to me 

She pre-ordering, and re-ordering and re-ordering 

I leap, ball and I free fall and I sleep out in that pussy 

And when she calling I don't answer 

But she keep calling and keep calling 

And we balling like b-balling, as a matter of fact like street balling 

We evolving, they dissolving 

Cincinnati Reds hat, red black 

Cops find your body but they don't know where your head at 

I'm going in like wet pussy, no money that sounds like death to me 

B*tch, I don't give a motherf*ck 

Yeah I'm leaning, 'bout to pour me up another cup 

Yeah I'm high, 'bout to roll me up another blunt 

I roll a Biggie Small, now here's another one 

I'm in love with Wayne 

Long hair don't care, b*tch call me Rick James 

Weezy that n*gga, and don't forget the baby you f*cking baby sitters 

 

[Hook - Lil Wayne] 

Small thing to a giant [x4]