Gudda Gudda - Help ( Remix ) lyrics

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Gudda Gudda - Help ( Remix ) lyrics

[Lil' Wayne talkin'] SQAD UP Uh-oh U b**h u Whut up This is sqad up (S-Q-A-D) First n***a representin' Young Weezy holla back [Lil' Wayne] Every new hour is a new dollar You drankin' it We keep makin' it And we ain't livin' if we ain't takin' it Trill as f** You ain't real if you ain't takin' it SQAD Up If you ain't feelin' it then s** a dick Whut up ma If u feelin' us Then s** a dick We on some f**-a-b**h Get back to ya hustle sh** And i'm like Jadakiss We gone make it If it not We gone take it I ride wit the top split Be all bladed In a neon 'Cedes Cd on Baby BAAABBBYYY!! Yea..i holla whut up Sqadron Itz Weezy b**h Get fire hydrents You see in a Bentley 6 Him gone hard f** inches So from now on I be sittin' on yards U play i leave body sittin' on yards Young Money, b**h this our Sqad SQAD UP [Chorus x 3] Oh, we fired up Man we fired up Man just understand the fam This SQAD Up [Lil' Wayne talkin'] Whut the deal dog Next Sqad Up n***a J-Gudda, represent [J-Gudda] J's turn b**h watch the blades turn Its Park Legend My money runnin' like Edgeren Young veteran Do not start testin' You see i ain't gone trip But the Glock start stressin' And don't watch ya b**h sh**, when u look up i got ya b**h And sqad up got me rich Fo' real Young Money We the hottest sh** Fo'real Yea..now who f**in' wit SQAD Itz J-Gudda til i die I'm f**in' wit Sqad Ma'f**a, i'm a ride for nuthin' but SQAD Guns up to sky I'm bustin' for Sqad And i'm probably still high from puffin' the light And i'm probably murder n***as For servin' them n***as Make u back that azz up when i twerk the trigga Young money I'm here til' they come for me n***a Sqad up dummy [Chorus x 3] [Lil' Wayne talkin'] Yea n***a SQAD UP Third n***a representin' Young Nut, holla [Peanut] P-nut the six shooter I'm a fool wit that Wit a upper big rugger Come and blues ya sack Believe i can get to ya Blame ya boo for dat Got n***as hittin' they crew up Them lil' dudez is back Whut crew iz that Sittin' in the coupe wit Fat Wit uzi's and mac's n***as don't know who gone next We movin' in next The whole block movin' in stacks They losin' they sacks Ya whole block should've been packed Good wit the mack Come on, stop pullin' me back Gimmie da rac I won't stop, my hood iz Mazant Off the monkey Say i'm a walkin' talkie When it come to bein' gangsta sh** i walk and talk it Fedz got me on they walkie talkie Puttin' charges on me Actin' up cause i'm small and bony Call the army Believe Sqad, a heartless army We'll have ya ma' lone and moaning It ain't game Cause we.... [Chorus x 3]