Throwed Lil Wayne (Ft. Gudda Gudda)

[Intro: Gudda Gudda]
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[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I walk up in the club, Louis-Louis with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I get-get straight to the mula
Wrist-W-W-Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm-I'm reppin' Young Mula, G-Gudda times two, I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoebox
Now I got two large accounts where money stacks in large amounts
What the fuck you niggas talking 'bout?
'Cause we ain't tryna talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring, and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin', and I'm tryna fuck e'ry hottie
Get her to the crib and make her fuck e'rybody
You know the team, it's Young Money over e'rybody
In the rap game, so it's, "Fuck e'rybody"