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(feat. Lil Wayne) [Gudda Gudda:] I'm bout that drama, You fucking with tha cannon nigga Got a gangsta grill yellow diamonds when I rambo nigga So don't cross we got ammo like Rambo nigga Lifes a gamble you craped out you bad gambling nigga Nigga moving fast gotta pump the brakes on em They better pump em fast before I beat the brakes off em My goons real hungry looking for a big break And you's a real phony looking like a big steak So get your shit straight, Before I grab this big ape Hit you in your left eye now you can't see shit straight Ray Charles nigga blind to the fact While you was in your class, I was grinding and getting scratched The knife grind you and you scratched Now you crying like a bitch, You a bird got wings I'm a fly you with the pack, Uh These little niggas got the nerves These niggas under me I put you under my wing, nigga you's a son to me [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Small thing to a giant Small thing to a giant Small thing to a giant Letras de cancionesSmall thing to a giant [Lil Wayne:] Yeah, Guess What?, Streets off paper And me, I'm praying for probation Like my ancestors prayed for segregation I'm a predator when I pray, I don't mean meditation I mean vegetation, Fuck the Feds and fuck the Federation And every agent, Man I want an Asian, Sex her like a geisha Get up in her stomach like Ignacio, Let me stop Naa let me keep going, C4ing, We blowing Up you better be detouring if we touring then she snoring cause he boring Shorty need a refund bring it back And when it comes to me she pre-ordering and reordering and reordering And I be ballin and I'm free falling and I sleep out of that pussy And when she calling I don't answer But she keep calling and keep calling And we ballin like we ballin As a matter of fact like street ballin We evolving, They dissolving Cincinatti Reds hat, Red black Cops find your body but they don't know where your head at Uh, I'm goin in like wet pussy, No money, That sound like debt to me Bitch I don't give a motherfuck Yea I'm leanin, Bout to pour me up another cup Yea I'm high, Bout to roll me up another blunt I rolled a Biggie Smalls... Heres another one I'm in love with Wayne, Long hair don't care Bitch call me Rick James, Hahaha Weezy that nigga, And don't forget da baby you fucking babysitter [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Small thing to a giant Small thing to a giant Small thing to a giant And this a small thing to a giant [Gudda Gudda:] I'm goin in like I'm goin home 20 thousand on my wrist and my neck that's my rolling stone Went from being broke to not a pot to piss in Now I gotta pocket full of dead politicians Stop nigga listen Cause I'm a bout to rape the game down No toilet paper on me while I'm shitting Fly boy hover over niggas like a flying saucer YMOB, Don't make me call the bosses YM gon eat and run like break-fast Been running for too long it's time to take cash And I'm a smoke the game cause no air kills And for the money I eat beats up like bear grylls Bitches love me when they stare I give them rare chills But money is over her, She can't see in a pair of heels Young nigga bout to bleed the game Throw a stack at dem hoes and tell em keep the change Gasoline flow light the match, Watch it spark Fire jumpin off my lips everytime I talk Living legend in the flesh, I'm the champ yes I'm serving niggas like my name is Pete Sampras Get hyphy if you want and I'm a shake them dreads And go dumb with the tool upside your head Who want it? You get em, I taunt em Take all his money then I take a shit on him Your whole click is phony, My little ponys Gudda walk alone and shit my shadow is my army Why I need a nigga when I got my tool on me My little buddy got bullets like the army Military thoughts like I trained with Al-Qaida Raid a niggas crib with a box cutter razor Look, So bow down to the chief the the champ Dictator in the streets nigga signed and stamped Gudda! From Letras Mania