throwed off
Lil' Wayne ft. Gudda Gudda Lyrics


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Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda [x2], I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts
What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's talk 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 tryin' to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's fuck everybody

Married to the mob, bury you alive
My girl pussy feel like heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a fuck bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go stupid
Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a pool stick
Make you swallow two dicks
Fuckin' right, we ruthless
We done watched too many movies
Then smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then deuces
We don't know what truce is
That bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red like bruises
Shoot ya head with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the sig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don't give a fuck, and we ain't never did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me throwed off
I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off




Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the wait

Overall Meaning

The song "Throwed Off" by Lil' Wayne ft. Gudda Gudda is an energetic and aggressive track that reflects the rappers' lavish lifestyles and their uncompromising attitude towards their enemies. In the opening verse, Lil' Wayne boasts about his expensive clothing and his beautiful girlfriend who has a body like Halle Berry. He also mentions his success in making money and accumulating wealth, which he stores in large accounts. Lil' Wayne is all about getting his money and does not want to waste time talking it out with his rivals. He's willing to use violence if necessary to protect himself and his interests.


Gudda Gudda's verse is similarly intense, rapping about his affiliation with the Blood gang and his deadly skills with guns. He talks about kidnapping babies and their babysitters, which is a disturbing and violent image that shows the extent of his ruthlessness. Gudda Gudda also refers to his love for drugs and how they have influenced his violent behavior. He has seen too many movies and smoked too many doobies, and he is not afraid to use violence to get his way. Gudda Gudda's verse ends with a graphic description of violence and sexual violence, which is very disturbing.


The chorus of "Throwed Off" is Lil' Wayne repeating the line "I'm in my own zone, it got me throwed off," which refers to his focus on his own goals and his disregard for his rivals. The song has a very aggressive beat and fast-paced lyrics, which creates a sense of urgency and excitement. The song is a classic example of gangsta rap, with its focus on violence, drugs, and sexual conquests.


Line by Line Meaning

Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
I enter the club wearing my Louis Vuitton shoes with red soles


Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
I have an attractive woman with a figure similar to that of Halle Berry next to me


You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
I focus on earning money immediately


Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
My wrist accessories are cold and I have a Franck Muller watch


I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda [x2], I
I represent Young Money (a rap label), like Gudda does


Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
In the past, I used to store my money in a shoebox


Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts
Now I have two bank accounts with substantial amounts of money


What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
I don't want to have a conversation with you if it's not productive


Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's talk it out
I have a gun in my pants, so let's resolve this quickly


Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
If things get violent, I will use my gun and then leave


Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
I'm drinking purple (likely a reference to codeine syrup) and it's affecting me


Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I will seduce your woman and allow her to perform oral sex on me


I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck every hottie
I'm relaxed in South Beach and hoping to have sex with many attractive women


Get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody
Once I bring her home, I plan to have her engage in group sex


You know the team, it's Young Money over everybody
My rap label, Young Money, is more important than anyone else


In the rap game, so it's fuck everybody
Because of my position in the rap industry, I don't care about anyone else


Married to the mob, bury you alive
I am associated with the mafia and capable of murdering so that someone is never found


My girl pussy feel like heaven to a God
My girlfriend's vagina is extremely pleasurable


And I came in this bitch with my niggas
I arrived with my group of male friends


Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
I suggest abducting both the child and the babysitter


I be doin' me, don't give a fuck bout what you doin'
I focus on myself and don't care about what you're doing


Blood gang bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins
I am part of the Bloods gang, wearing their colors and representing the Bruins hockey team of Boston


I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
I can successfully carry out my plans without much effort


Bullets fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
The bullets will severely harm your body, and I won't care to see the results


I go tough, I go stupid
I can be really rough and foolish


Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
I will murder you and anyone you associate with


Fuck you with a pool stick
I will assault you with a cue stick


Make you swallow two dicks
I will force you to do something sexually humiliating


Fuckin' right, we ruthless
Yes, we are cruel and without mercy


We done watched too many movies
We have been influenced by many films that glorify violence


Then smoked too many doobies
We have been smoking too much marijuana


Murk you out, then deuces
I will kill you and then leave quickly


We don't know what truce is
We are not familiar with the concept of making peace


That bullet proof vest so useless
Your bullet proof vest is pointless


Flag red like bruises
The gun I am holding is leaving red marks like bruises


Shoot ya head with them uzis
I will shoot you in the head with a type of gun called uzis


I swear, your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I promise, judge, that I am not a drug dealer, but a drug user


I load up the sig, point it at ya wig
I am preparing my gun, pointing at your head


Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
I will stop the car on the highway and throw you off a bridge


We don't give a fuck, and we ain't never did
We don't care and never did


Shit, three words you never hear, let him live
You will never hear me or my friends say 'let him live'


I'm in my own zone, it got me throwed off
I'm in a state of mind where I'm not fully aware of my surroundings


I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off
I can easily seduce women and have sex with them


Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
My name is Lil Tunechi, and Gudda is featured on my song


Public apology, sorry for the wait
This song is a delayed apology to my fans




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Comments from YouTube:

@MassManicMedia

Wayne was 90% of my music in these days. And he supplied enough to keep me listening to new all day.

@don479

hes about 97% of my music to this day.

@xaviermase6009

Bruh he's about 97 percent for me too hahaha he has so much music ... I can't get tired of it.... by the time I play something 2wice.... it still be hitting! ๐Ÿ˜‚

@123kartel

Facts when I was 13 I'm 29 now

@isaacmurphy5187

One of Wayne's coldest verse ever! That shit actually went so hard it takes me back even harder โค๏ธ the true GOAT

@youngmoneysaint813

https://youtu.be/1r8qgydHGtY

@coryblank7802

Lol really bro? I like Wayne but this was gudda allday

@DramaaaYT

2011 days mane Wayne & gudda snapped on this track ๐Ÿ”ฅ

@Leveezy

๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ https://youtu.be/0UxuXh0czFs ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

@youngmoneysaint813

I'm the next lilwayne click that link

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