Lil Wayne - Throwed Off Freestyle Lyrics
[Gudda Gudda]Yeah,Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottomsBad ***** on my arm with a Halle Berry bodyYou know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolahWrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck MullerI'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda x 2, IRemember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe boxNow I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amountsWhat the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it outPistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets spark it outLet that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm outYeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizardI'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottieGet her to the crib and make her f-ck everybodyYou know the team, it's Young Money over everybodyIn the rap game, so it's f-ck everybody[Lil Wayne]Married to the mob, bury you aliveMy girl p-ssy feel like heaven to a GodAnd I came in this ***** with my niggasKidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeahI be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you doin'Blood gang *****, big V's, Boston BruinsI could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to itBullets f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna view itI go tough, I go stupidMurk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose withF-ck you with a pool stickMake you swallow tooth picksF-ckin' right, we ruthlessWe done watched too many moviesThen smoked too many doobiesMurk you out, then deucesWe don't know what truce isThat bullet proof vest so uselessFlag red like bruisesShoot ya head with them uzisI swear, your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya digI load up the cig, point it at ya wigPull over on the highway, throw you off the bridgeWe don't give a f-ck, and we ain't never didShit, three words you never hear, let him liveI'm in my own zone, it got me throwed offI break these *****es down, I break these hoes offLil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tapePublic apology, sorry for the wait