Gudda Gudda

Ceddy ed bitch I'm Gudda Gudda
I'm hotdog you gone need some mustard
I got rhymes like I'm mother Hubbard
Bitch, I'm street like I'm barney rubble
You gone see a naga bring you trouble
Always bout da fuckin hustle
Always bout da grind bitch
You know a naga bout to take his time wit it
Never ever slowed down wit it
Sped up boy catch up boy
You gone have to get some ketchup
Cause I'm hotdog You gone need some mustard
Ceddy ed bitch I'm Gudda Gudda
I got rhymes like Im mother Hubbard
When I'm comin boy Im bringing trouble
Man I'm street like I'm barney rubble

Young entrepreneur, I'm too hot for sure
I got all eyes on me like my name Tupac Shakur
I fuck dimes, if yo bitch is fine, then I got to do her
Even tho that bitch is Gudda like I got her out the sewer
Ugh neguses hating but sorry for them I just got off probation
The junkies keep waiting on me to stop playing with them
Homie I'm only just saying when it comes down to work ima go super sayian
Don't care what you think naga fuck what you saying
Run up on me and I'm gonna start spraying
Its gone be a funeral, families praying and mourning
I'm ballin like Alonzo Mourning, I don't got no doubt That you get bitches wet but
I make hoes alot mo horny
Dem negus can't say I ain't warned them, you fuck with my squad and we swarming
Them dracos so loud like an opera whenever we pop them, you think that it's storming
Like I got a curfew I'm going in, like an exhibit
I always be showing dem all of my hoes but I always need mo of dem
Ima get 4 of dem ima go smoke wit dem
All of em bad so da street negus notice em
Dey be wit me you cant have a go with them
Dey be wit me dem bitches bout loyalty
Classy ass bitches dem bitches from royalty
You wanna get on dis shit for da



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Writer(s): Cedric Price Jr
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