Single off Gudda Gudda's upcoming mixtape "Back To Guddaville".Updated with explicit and the music videos been shot.
Gudda Gudda Ft. Lil Wayne - I Don't Like Like The Look | [Download]
"Uhh, Goons on deck
Marley don’t shoot em’
Silence on the gun
Watch a n-gga mute em’
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these n-ggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain’t playin’ wit cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
B-tch I’m still spittin like I ate a Jalapeño
I’m from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it’s all y’all fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
I ain’t worryin bout sh-t, Everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade’s house
Wit a high yellow thick b-tch wit her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a red house
Who the f-ck want it? Make my f-ckin’ day
I blow your candles out, now n-gga cut that cake
I gotta eat bitches, like a run-away
Y’all n-ggas ain’t eatin, stomach ache
Ok, all these b-tches, And n-ggas still hatin
I used to be ballin’, But now I’m Bill Gate’n
F-ckin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
I’m on the road to riches, there’s just a lil traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit
Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits
Dope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh"
Gudda Gudda Ft. Lil Wayne - I Don't Like Like The Look | [Download]
"Uhh, Goons on deck
Marley don’t shoot em’
Silence on the gun
Watch a n-gga mute em’
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these n-ggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain’t playin’ wit cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
B-tch I’m still spittin like I ate a Jalapeño
I’m from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it’s all y’all fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
I ain’t worryin bout sh-t, Everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade’s house
Wit a high yellow thick b-tch wit her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a red house
Who the f-ck want it? Make my f-ckin’ day
I blow your candles out, now n-gga cut that cake
I gotta eat bitches, like a run-away
Y’all n-ggas ain’t eatin, stomach ache
Ok, all these b-tches, And n-ggas still hatin
I used to be ballin’, But now I’m Bill Gate’n
F-ckin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
I’m on the road to riches, there’s just a lil traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit
Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits
Dope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh"
