Throwed - Lil Wayne/Gudda Gudda.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Dwayne Carter/Carl Lilly/Derrick Crooms/COREY DENNARD/Rickey Harris/Tariq Karim Abdul Ameer/Montreal Lakeith Lee/Kenneth Scott
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Dwayne Carter/Carl Lilly/Derrick Crooms/COREY DENNARD/Rickey Harris/Tariq Karim Abdul Ameer/Montreal Lakeith Lee/Kenneth Scott
[00:25.69]Yeah, okay, I walk up in the club, Louies with the cherry bottoms
[00:30.20]Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
[00:33.62]You know what I do, I get straight to the mula
[00:36.08]Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
[00:39.54]I’m reppin’ Young Mula, Gudda times two, I
[00:43.06]Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
[00:46.18]Now I got two large accounts
[00:48.14]Where money stacks in large amounts
[00:49.39]What the **** you niggas talking 'bout?
[00:50.85]'Cause we ain’t tryin' to talk it out
[00:52.60]Pistol hangin’ out my jeans, it ain’t a thing, let's spark it out
[00:55.86]Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I’m out
[00:59.01]Yeah, you know what I’m sippin’, purple got me trippin’
[01:02.48]Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
[01:05.78]I’m on South Beach chillin’ and I’m tryin’ to **** every hottie
[01:09.89]Get her to the crib and make her **** everybody
[01:12.67]You know the team, it’s Young Money over everybody
[01:15.83]In the rap game, so it’s, "**** everybody"
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[01:21.71]Married to the MOB, bury you alive
[01:24.16]My girl pussy feel like Heaven to a God
[01:27.18]And I came in this bitch with my niggas
[01:31.05]Kidnap the baby and the ****in’ babysitter, yeah
[01:34.31]I be doing me, don’t give a **** 'bout what you doing
[01:37.38]Blood gang, bitch, big Bs, Boston Bruins
[01:40.84]I could do this shit eyes-closed, nothin’ to it
[01:44.20]Bullets **** your body up, they ain’t even tryna view it
[01:47.51]I go tough, I go stupid
[01:50.02]Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
[01:53.52]**** you with a pool-stick, make you swallow toothpicks
[01:56.55]****in’ right we ruthless, we done watched too many movies
[02:00.21]Done smoked too many doobies, murk you out, then deuces
[02:03.34]We don’t know what truce is, that bulletproof vest so useless
[02:06.75]Flag red like bruises, shoot at ya head with them Uzis
[02:09.76]I swear, your honor, I ain’t a dealer, I’m a user, ya dig?
[02:14.78]I load up the Sig, point it at ya wig
[02:17.28]Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
[02:20.44]We don’t give a **** and we ain’t never did
[02:24.00]shit, three words you never hear? "Let him live"
[02:27.58]I’m in my own zone, it got me throwed off
[02:30.60]I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off
[02:34.06]Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
[02:37.07]Public apology, Sorry 4 the Wait
[02:40.64]Yeah