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Young Money they go
Sittin on the toilet smokin on some medicated Countin' loose thousands I'm living good they agravated Two things on my mind one is to keep stylin And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm counting Call me J20 I flow like a fountain And I swear I beat the beat up till that bitch start ouching Keep them bitches' asses bouncin' man we fly like a falcon Comparing them to us is like a pebble to a mountain Im a uptown flamethrower young money firestarter Had to sign on Wayne I'm from the same place as Tha Carter Ha Harlem And I aint like none of these other niggas I get it I spend it your husband on a budget Mrs Young Money cloud gang so above you niggas Besides these groupies after the shows who's fuckin with us you might as well have a badge the way you cuff them bitches I slut them bitches then back to the door I fuck them bitches Times aint the same shit been going bad But nigga we good nigga we gooder than the motherfucka Than the motherfucka this for my motherfuckas We run this motherfucka So fuck them niggas and fuck them hoes Money talks we say hello and I'm so I'm so I'm so Young Moolah baby Ok it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it Paper coming in money never going out where Its young money yeah I hear a lot of niggas doubting This here is god's work ain't nothing you can do about it So nigga join the team or you can catch the sideline And just get out the game or get hit from the blind side We makin money while you niggas makin petty quotes You can make it rain we make it flood like the levee broke It's all about the paper money control my whereabouts About a year from now I'm tryin to break that new McLaren out Wheels of fortune on the whip Vanna White in it Bitch shotgun probably be your wife in it Hustle year round nothing come in front of that Rap real estate and work I can make a ton with that Pay me in advance so I'm not coming bitch Like Pain Wayne and Mack Maine I got money bitch Times aint the same shit been going bad But nigga we good nigga we gooder than the motherfucka Than the motherfucka this for my motherfuckas We run this motherfucka So fuck them niggas and fuck them hoes Money talks we say hello and I'm so I'm so I'm so Young Moolah baby Yeah Young Money I'm the boss you don't wanna come across Money do summersaults bentley on young adults stuntin on them hoes it ain't me its the money folk Still make it rain get struck by a money bolt What it is though I know what it aint Yall go hard I go to the bank Check my check stubs bitch it's Mack Maine Young money up and runnin join the campaign Times ain't the same shit been goin bad Bend a bitch over pull some money out her ass I'm tired of the game cuz it ain't what it was The chopper's so close I can give that bitch a hug and a gangster need love so I keep a gangster bitch I got that dope dick there ain't a bitch I can't addict And I'm lookin at the game I roll my eyes I looked at the clock and the hands were tied because Times aint the same shit been going bad But nigga we good nigga we gooder than the motherfucka Than the motherfucka this for my motherfuckas We run this motherfucka So fuck them niggas and fuck them hoes Money talks we say hello and I'm so I'm so I'm so Young Moolah baby |
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| 2. |
| 5:13 |
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Uh I like a long hair
thick red bone Open up her legs to filet mignon that pussy I'ma get in an' out that pussy If she let me in I'ma own that pussy Go on throw it back and bust it open like you 'posed to Girl I got that dope dick Now come here lemme dope you You gon' be a dope fiend Your friends should call you Dopey Tell em keep my name out they mouth If they don't know me Huh but you can't come and tunecha I'll fuck the whole group baby I'm a groupie My sex game is stupid my head is the dumbest I promise I should be hooked on phonics Haa but anyway I think you're bionic and I don't think you're beautiful I think you're beyond it And I just wanna get behind it And watch it BACK IT UP AND DUMP IT BACK BACK IT UP AND DUMP IT BACK Cuz we like her and we like her too And we like her and we like her too And we like her and we like her too And we like her and she like us too And ooh I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world Yeah alright She be jumpin' up and down tryna fit that ass in Took her half an hour just to get that belt to fasten All they want to talk about is partyin and fashion Every single night I have a dream that I am smashin them all Young Money man this shit so timeless And I'm in the mood to get faded so please bring your finest And what are all your names again we drunk remind us Are any of ya'll into girls like I am Lesbian let's be honest She wants me she wants me Cuz I got it all shorty tell me what you don't see I would fuck with all ya'll all of ya'll are beautiful I just can't pick one so you can never say I'm choosy ho's And Wayne say pussy pussy pussy And weed and alcohol seems to satisfy us all damn And everytime I think of staying with her She bring that friend around and make a nigga reconsider Cuz we like her and we like her too And we like her and we like her too And we like her and we like her too And we like her and she like us too And ooh I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck If I might be bein disrespectful baby I'm just bein Millz And I don't know how fake feels so I gotta keep it real I just wanna fuck every girl in the world Every model every singer every actress Every diva every house of diddy chick Every college girl every skeezer Stripper and married Desperate Housewife that resemble Eva My role model was Will So married woman and MILF It don't matter who you is Ms you can get the business haaa These hoes is gods gift like Christmas I like 'em caramel skin long hair thick ass And I swear I'm feelin all ya'll I'm scrollin down my call log And I'ma call all y'all My butter pecan Puerto Rican She screamin out papi every time a nigga deep in And I'm about to get my Bill Clinton on And Hilary can Rodham too boy I gets my pimpin on Cuz we like her and we like her too And we like her and we like her too And we like her and we like her too And we like her and she like us too And ooooooh I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world And bitch I'm Mack Maine aine aine aine Sanaa Lathan Megan Good Angelina Jolie hah D Woods For free suites I'd give Paris Hilton all nighters In about 3 years holla at me Miley Cyrus I don't discriminate no not at all Kit kat a midget if that ass soft I break her off I exchange V cards with the retards And get behind the Christian like DR cuz he are Mack Mizzo Baby Cuz he are Mack Mizzo Baby I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world I wish I could fuck every girl in the world Young Moula baby |
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| 3. |
| 5:19 |
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Cut the music up in the headphones please
As I give you (tha bizness) Cut the music up please In the headphones please, please Hey! Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? When you goin' let a n**** f***? Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? Ah Talkin' bout {hey} Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? When you goin' let a n**** f***? Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? When you gone let a n**** f***? Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? Get em! When you goin' let a n**** f***? Ms. Parker? Uh hum Lil shawty want me, How do I know? 'cause she told me so, yeah Lil shawty on "E" somebody let her know that I gotta few more, yeah Lil shawty wanna leave, baby we can go where ever you wanna go, yeah If I'm takin' too long, give me that look I tell my n****s I'm gone, yeah Damn you all that, I'm talkin' bout when she text me I call back I go to her apartment 'n' fall back She attack my heart, heart attack Cardiac Carter that n**** that she throwin' it at And I caught that I bought that Yea I'll pay for it I'll break down walls make her wait for it I'll wait for it I'll wait for it Tick tick tock Tick tick tock Tick tick tock I'll wait Hey! Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker! When you goin' let me f***? Ms. Parker Hey! Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? When you goin' let a n**** f***? Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? {Mack Maine} B**** I'm mack maine! Damn! Look at Ms. Parker, on the side of the road takin' off her parka Bendin' over under the hood her car wouldn't start up Hold up Ms. Parker N**** bout to park uh I parked my whip and proceeded to her car, uh I know I'm on beam she done broke I'm bout to park, uh She got that big o' thing pokin' out so far That my mom couldn't be mad if she finally let my pa' f*** She saw a n**** and was like hey Mack Maine I saw you on the video wit Lil' Wayne 'n' T-Pain In the back of the hummer truck like switchin' four lanes Hollin' out woosh boy like money ain't a thang I gave her a jump and we went to the spot She was gettin' all hot Special treatment for the car Had her screamin' out pump harder 'n harder Call Chris Tucker I done f***ed Ms. Parker Hey Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? When you gon' let a n**** f***? Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? I'm talkin' bout Hey! Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? When you goin' let a n**** f***? Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? Hey! Ms. Parker (Parker) She throwed that a** back and den she park it (park it) She handcuff a n**** like a sergeant (sergeant) Hit her wit the dick n now she stalkin' (stalkin') Yea so I hit her with the ruler Frost bit Gudda got ice like a cooler I don't give a f*** b**** ya man is a poo put The two of us pa** in the whip and chuck da deuce up Gotta loose but tight waist flat stomach nice titties Cute feet nice face Yea she say she from the tri-state That don't really matter I can fly ya out to my state I can take you to the right place Top floor penthouse balcony My place. Make a n**** throw sum dollas out Then I holla out, hey! Ms. Parker! Hey Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? When you gon' let a n**** f***? Ms. Parker? Ms. Talkin' bout Hey Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? When you goin' let a n**** f***? Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? Ms. Parker? When you goin' let a n**** f***? Ms. park Ms. Parker I said girl you gotta a** on you I said Ms. Parker you gotta a** on you I said when you goin' let me f***? I said when you goin' let me f***? When you gone let me f***? I said when you goin' let me f***? I said when you goin' let me f***? I said when you goin' let me f***? Somebody call Chris Tucker up Call Chris Tucker up And tell him that I f***ed Ms. Parker Wayne Lookin' all fine and s***! Like a ninja gone passin' you up speakin' F*** that I'm like hey Ms. Parker when you goin' let a n**** f***? Ms. Parker! |
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| 4. |
| 4:43 |
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ooo girl you nasty
ooo girl you nasty ooo girl you nasty ooo girl you nasty ooo that girl nasty ooo girl you nasty ooo that girl nasty <i>[chorus]</i> she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater <i>[verse 1]</i> shes a nymphomaniac brainiac literally the smartest and the taken fact she like girls so every girl is her theme song she jump up on that dick and get her trampoline on im tryna tell her how sexy she look wit cream on and all she wanna know is why i still got my jeans on bounce till the springs gone roger till you cant continue head board of the bed banging like a gang member and when i gotta headache i dont do the normal nursin when my skull hurtin yea she my skull surgeon she don't care if she get her hair or her neck pulled she could go all night her heart pumped, red bull <i>[chorus]</i> she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater <i>[verse 2]</i> wild wild west dough, though them girls white really give that best dome do do head, suck me dead leave that coffin wet, rub this lube up on yo chest playin wit yo tittie pits, fennin like a kid again let the mammal in, hump ya like a camel skin into her lions den, tiger dawg in this bitch woof woof like Clifford no comic shit she open it but bite them lips like piranha's head put yo face way down, youz a gold digga sayin' flippa no city but that ass bigga young money nigga, we don't know none these niggas his girlfriend da only thing i remember ca-cause.. <i>[chorus]</i> she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater <i>[verse 3]</i> she got stamina, she got endurance she drive my dick crazy, i need insurance she got stretch marks, cause she got children them bitches like Soulja Boy, they be round the house yyyyyyyyyyoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu'in we never fuck in the bed it smell like urine (uuuhhh) i'm get my dick sucked, what're you doin? she's a nympho, she done fucked all my ken folk she'll fuck you 14 weeks straight, copy that 10-4 she f*ck like a porn star, be bouncin like a bad check head goin up and down like hydraulics in her neck tee shirt with no panties on she throw it back with no pain and i aint talkin no domestic violence, but she'll take your wife beater <i>[verse 4]</i> i don't know what to tell ya, ca ca can't answer the phone imma have to email ya she up in the spot, i just beat it round the clock wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks (w-w-w-wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks) c-c-co she up in my spot, co she up in my spot I just beat her round the clock, b b b beat her round the clock she a nympho, she a nympho <i>[chorus]</i> she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater ooo girl you nasty |
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| 5. |
| 3:31 |
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Flow gifted like the honor roll
At crunch time I deliver like dominoes A different freak for every day I got all kinda hoes I slide em dick n get the fuck I neva mind them hoes But neva mind them hoes I got all kinda flows I switch em up so quick as fuck I gotta timeless flow Young animal Punishin the protools Eatin this beat up like soul food you niggas old news NOw aint you tired of sayin the same shit everyday I mean the same shit ashley n mary kate Sometimes I wish dat I was blind like mr ray How come you talkin out yo ass but aint got shit to say I spend my money like my time I aint got it to waste Man I'm so fast feel like I'm racin in a different race Too much champagne now watch me spit it in dem bitches face Tomorow mornin I cud tell you how dem bitches taste This rap shit is our house you niggas just visitin Young money wolverines bitch no I get in them hoes n reel em in like fishermen N throw dey ass in the truck n we rose like michelins All hail the kings crowns glistenin I stunt hard as I want cuz I aint gettin a chance to live again Focus is what you better get boy we on dat better shit All bosses no executives you just repetitive NOw aint you tired of sayin the same shit everyday I mean the same shit ashley n mary kate Sometimes I wish dat I was blind like mr ray How come you talkin out yo ass but aint got shit to say I spend my money like my time I aint got it to waste Man I'm so fast feel like I'm racin in a different race Too much champagne now watch me spit it in dem bitches face Tomorow mornin I cud tell you how dem bitches taste Bitch we ballin Tired of da same shit I need a different toilet Ok lemme pick my target Pick em off now come pick em up Big dog I dont bark I buck Tell dem bitches I dont talk I fuck Tell dem niggas I dont walk I run dis shit I come to punish shit N I bet dey wont be flushin dis young money shit We on sum otha shit They on the same shit Bitch I'm mack main I'm mack maine BITCH NOw aint you tired of sayin the same shit everyday I mean the same shit ashley n mary kate Sometimes I wish dat I go blind like mr ray How come you talkin out yo ass n aint got shit to say Young tune motherfucker no anime Doctor carter motherfucker come to amputate Cash money too much money to calculate Young money dat new shit in ya face I spend my money like my time I aint got it to waste Man I'm so fast feel like I'm racin in a different race Too much champagne now watch me spit it in dem bitches face Tomorow mornin I cud tell you how dem bitches taste Gimme da beat n ima beat da beat like anime Wat da fuck you thought you know I keep da heat like Cash money too much money to calculate Young money dat new shit in ya face |
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| 6. |
| 5:06 |
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Lil Wayne
Too many women, and not enough time I'm a cool cat but I'm on life nine Pimping ain't dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar cuz it don't sell white wine Gon' let that light shine Ballin' for a life time Smoking on that nice pine, Weezy baby flight flyin' You can call him your husband Call me at night time And even though women change I will always like dimes And yeah I'm quite fine, but shawty much finer And I just get behind her And smack it like E Honda And please don't hate on me When you see me with Kiana Cause she wilder than Nirvana And colder than your honor Holla at your boy manana Maybach come wit a recliner Run up on it and shit will get uglier than an iguana This is only a reminder it's Young Money don't forget it And I'm Weezy F baby you might find it on a titty Would you... (Chorus x2) Short Dawg Pass me the dutch with cha left hand I got the whole club nodding like the yes man I'm in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants She on a Jubilee call me the X-man Short Dawg Chilling with my posse Bout to call some ladies over Tell em this is YME so when you come you can't leave sober You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her Put her on a tab now she rolling like a baby stroller I'm the freshest niggas seen Whippin in my jeans Shoot ya lights out I'm, like bredick with the beam Life a game of chess, and I'm headed for your queen Now my stomach and my thighs Wat her head is in between (eww) And she wetter than a stream, I drink medicine to lean Keep a cup in my hand like I'm begging for some cheese I fall off in the party Yeah I'm kinda tardy but if I hated triple riding on em like a Harley Look you call it getting married, I call it acting selfish My belt got G's on it like a Packers helmet And I'ma hit it if you bring your girl around But the weed is like my collar cause I might just turn it down If you... (Chorus x2) Gudda Gudda Okay tool on deck (deck) I'm new born fresh (fresh) I knock your friends down (down) And you going next (ha) Young money fly Nigga all the bitches after me Murder in the bed and you gon' be my next casualty Automatic stick, but I give it to her manually I'm giving dick all year round and you can get it annually Styrofoam feel With a strawberry fanta treat Leaning I'ma need a kick stand to stay on my feet Get out ma bidness like I kicked ya out my office I ain't worried about the price, I'm more concerned with offer Fresh to death like I got dressed in the coffin With a party in my pocket Blue and red dolphins I'm high as a motherfucker Let me do my thing bitch I'm doing me And your girl doing the same shit I'm in the car getting head As I lane switch, Do-Double G I do my thang bitch Now you can... (Chorus) Drake Uhh, Ok I told you catch up Did you make a mill yet? I can't predict how many of em I can still get October own that's such a fuckin' real set No tatts but the ink of my money still wet Life is such a beach, it's sandy all around me I came here with young money man, that's family all around me I'm in my living room and I got Grammys all around me And famous bitches doin' nose candy all around me Welcome to the life The life that's meant for me My Bentley has a tint so you got to squint to see I holla'd at your girl that's when she went with me But please don't blame yourself cause it just wasn't meant to be They say I'm one of the illest That's just off from first impression And my cards always accepting I don't deal well with rejection I look in the dictionary And don't see the word recession I don't smoke in public But tonight ill make an exception so just... (Chorus x2) |
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| 7. |
| 4:08 |
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Baby can I come over and play
You probally the type to fuck and never call again They say I'm crazy cause I gotta get a taste Listen I'll kiss the gun and love over run it you're gonna love it Let it loose now You can play in my band I can teach you guitar Here's ya backstage pass Let me make you a star You can play in my band I can teach you guitar Here's ya backstage pass Let me make you a star Let it loose now Let it loose now Let it loose now Let it loose now Guitar Hero tuck ya' bitch in before ya bitch get dee vod Is that ya' girlfriend because I seen her at three shows And she say I'm a blessing Call me the cathedral Weezy f baby lyrical kilo I think she try'na OD low I throw my guitar off the stage into the mosh pit bitch How 'bout I fuck a bitch in a mash pit bitch like Fucking right I'm tight I'm a not slip bitch And me and my band gone rock this bitch I'm a fuck her face off fuck her waist off the martian She hops on my rocket and take off 5 4 3 2 mic check E Q she is the groupie and we are the crew And this my solo so take my photo My 1 fan mrs I'm with the band YEAH You can play in my band I can teach you guitar Here's ya backstage pass Let me make you a star You can play in my band I can teach you guitar Here's ya backstage pass Let me make you a star Let it loose now Let it loose now Let it loose now Let it loose now Can you make me sound like the strings you playing Autograph your name in the sheets we lay in Boy tonight your show is starring me Oohh So meet me in the back let's act up Let it loose come on let's sex up You can play in my band I can teach you guitar Here's ya backstage pass Let me make you a star You can play in my band I can teach you guitar Here's ya backstage pass Let me make you a star Let it loose now Let it loose now Let it loose now Let it loose now |
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| 3:07 |
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Yeah
Cut it up gimme a light Yeah and by the way nigga Its Young Mula first lady Uhhh yo yo Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen Ballenciago's is all these things I be steppin' in Gucci bathing suits only thing I'm dressin' in Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran Got them writing love letters in they journal Keep em on these toes like a midget at the urinal B b b bad as I wanna be She ain't bad she a sad and a wannabe Yeah fuck the bullshit It's big money poppin' Young Mula Yeah Just like that What up young nigga Lets go Gudda Okay we runnin' this shit when we walk in the building Got bitches from wall to wall hoes hangin' from the ceiling Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em I promise I'll make a million And if they didn't have no hands I'll bet them bitches go feel 'em I'm talkin' money and power you gettin' money I doubt it Fresher than baby power with your bitch in the shower That pussy imma devour I beat it up till it's sour No need for you to even trip bitch I'll be done in a hour Let's go Junior They say the blacker the berry the redder the cherry I say sweeter it is ya dig berry Then the bullshit varies and it got me weary But I know two of the same call it murdered and married Hustling is so necessary with no avisaries But aint no love like a calendar with no February's Imma need four secretary and four Bloody Mary's Imma go eat me some pussy and choke up the cherry I'm gone Yeah Fully loaded with it to the ceiling with it More money than you ever seen nigga Aiight Drizzy Drake Look Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven How'd you sleep on me the highest earning freshmen Like ya 3rd infection I hope ya learned ya lesson Yeah I spit raw but I prefer protection I own her heart and her mind and the shirt she slept in Bitch I got the answer and still ain't heard the question I shut ya club down please reserve my section Fuck a confrontation they aint no cakin' it And I'm cakin' bitch so tell me why I take a break from it The mother of your child always tell you I'm her favorite She call me her baby not the one she was in labor with She say 'oh you taste good' I say 'oh just savor it' She know that she love a nigga I be on that major shit Cause I get paid to stand and I get paid to sit So I don't walk around with money baby girl I'm made of it |
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| 9. |
| 4:48 |
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Young Money
I can make your bedrock Haters in the building nigga I can make your bedrock (girl) I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock (Lil Wayne) She got that good good She Michael Jackson bad Im attracted to her For her attractive ass And now were murderers Because we kill time I knock her lights out And she still shine I hate to see her go But I love to watch her leave But I keep her running Back and forth Soccer team Cold as a winter's day Hot as a summer's eve Young money thieves steal your heart and leave (Gudda Gudda) I like the way you walk And if you walking my way I'm that red bull Now let's fly away Let's buy a place with all kinds of space I let you be the judge And I'm the case I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under I see me with her, No stevie wonder She don't ever wonder Cause she knows she bad And I got her, Grocery bag (Lloyd) Ohh Baby, I be stuck to you Like glue baby wanna spend it all on you, Baby My room is the G-Spot Call me Mr.Flintstone I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock girl I can make your bedrock (Nicki Minaj) OK I get it, Let me think I guess it's my turn Maybe it's time to put this on ya sideburns He say I'm bad He probably right He pressing me like button downs on a friday night I'm so pretty like Be on my pedal bike Be on my low starch Be on my egga whites He say Nicki don't stop you the bestest And I just be coming off the top asbestos (Drake) I love your sushi rolls Hotter then wasabi I race for your love, Shake and bake ricky bobby I'm at the W But I can't meet you in the lobby Girl I gotta watch my back Cause I'm not just anybody I seen em' stand in line Just to get beside her I let her see the aston And let the rest surprise her That's when we disappear You need GPS to find her Oh That was your girl? I thought I recognized her (Lloyd) (Tyga) She like tanning I like staying in She like romancing I like rolling with friends She said I'm caged in I think her conscious is She watching that oxygen I'm watching ESPN But when that show end she all over my skin, lotions, slow emotions, Roller coasting, Like back forth hold it...... She pose like it's for posters and I poke like I'm suppose to Take this photo if you for me, She said don't you ever show this I'm too loyal and too focused To be losing and be hopeless When I spoke this She rejoiced it Said your word get me open so I closed it Where your clothes I'm only lovin' for the moment (Jae Millz) She ain't got a man But she's not alone Miss Independent Yea She got her own Hey gorgeous Um I mean flawless well that's what U R how I see it is how I call it Yeah Look it how she walk MHMM She know she bad Do-Do your thing baby I ain't even mad And I ain't even fast Imma stay a while Hold ya head chris Imma take her down (Lloyd) |
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| 10. |
| 3:19 |
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Nothing make a man feel better than his lady
Cause girl I got you I know I'm always gone and I'm hardly never home Don't worry bout nothing (baby girl I got you) When I touch back down I'm a buy you everything You ain't gotta work for nothing (cause girl I got you) Don't worry what your friends say Cause they be hatin' anyway They mad when I tell ya (baby girl I got you) ha It's just me and you against the world Baby girl I know you got my back (cause girl I got you) As I was walking by I seen you standing there with a smile Lookin' shy caught my eye Thought you wanna hang a while I-15 on the beat and I ain't cruisin' highways So baby let's get away Save the troubles for another day ha Jammin' Escapade in the lot Wit' Escalade on the back Ya homies wack I promise that It ain't trickin' if you got it Might as well spend a stack I hit the mall and ball down Call me young Steven Jackson And I'm the one And I won with no games played Never have to work in our life day we got it made Every day's a vacae M-I-ami like Dade And we ain't ever clean up baby Cause I got maids ha Young money we so paid And if you ever get hurt baby I'm ya band-aid ha While I'm lookin' at you Never worry bout nothing cause girl I got you I know I'm always gone and I'm hardly never home Don't worry bout nothing (baby girl I got you) When I touch back down I'm a buy you everything You ain't gotta work for nothing (cause girl I got you) Don't worry what your friends say Cause they be hatin' anyway They mad when I tell ya (baby girl I got you) ha It's just me and you against the world Baby girl I know you got my back (cause girl I got you) Shawty I'm here any time that you need me Fa sheezy I'm here to make ya life, easy They say to every good dude there's a good lady And I have mine already Ain't no need to keep lookin' ha And when I'm on the road you go to my house And walk my bulldog and help my moms out And play with my sister you know I love that That's why whatever you want I'm a cop that I'm your Rashad, you my Nu-Nu I'm ya Will Smith, baby you my Jada Pooh And when I'm in the studio you come chill wit' me Play around with my hair You keep me motivated If we had a team I'd be Reggie Bush you'd be Kim Kardashian Your body so amazing And when I'm not witcha I'm on my iPod Bumpin' "Forever My Lady" I love ya [Repeat: x2] I know I'm always gone and I'm hardly never home Don't worry bout nothing (baby girl I got you) When I touch back down I'm a buy you everything You ain't gotta work for nothing (cause girl I got you) Don't worry what your friends say Cause they be hatin' anyway They mad when I tell ya (baby girl I got you) ha It's just me and you against the world Baby girl I know you got my back (cause girl I got you) |
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| 11. |
| 5:11 |
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Man fuck these niggas
I'm a spare everything but these niggas I flip the gun and gun Buck these niggas Take the knife off this AK and cut these niggas Yeah and fuck these bitches I swear I care bout everything but these bitches I don't care I so what these bitches And I put young mula baby way above these bitches If it ain't broke don't break it And if he ain't shook I'm gon' shake him Hope I don't look weak 'cause when a wolf cry wolf you still see that wolfs teeth muthafuckaaaa Futuristic handgun if you act foul you get two shots and one I'm at your face like mancum You niggas softer then roseanne's son You cannot reach me on my Samsung I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue Crazy muthafucka I am one but the crazy thing is I began one All white bricks I'm straight like it's jumpin' back to 36 nigga Big house long hall ways got 10 bathrooms I can shit all day nigga And we don't want no problems OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin Yeah big kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby What the fuck is up It's Gucci Mane the G It's Titty boy no pity boy Big scarcity the city boy So Icy so no Nike boy Just Gucci Louis Prada 'scuse me Gucci Mane keep shittin' on me Why that boy keep buyin' jewelry East Atlanta cockin' hammers Bandanas on car antennas No we do not talk to strangers Just cut off these niggas fingaz Gucci's armed and dangerous Cocaine Codeine and Angel Dust This AK 47'll hitchu everywhere from ankle up Clip the size of Nia Long Clips long as a Pringles can 45 desert eagle on me you'll think I'm an eagles fan Tony Braxton sniper rifle Make you neva breathe again Fuck that nigga Kill that nigga Bring him back Kill him again Gucciii Yeah the money is the motive Fuck with the money it get ugly as coyote OK I'm reloadin' better pull it if you tote it I buy a pound break it down and put it in a stogie Swagga so bright I don't even need light I'm with a model broad she don't even eat rice But would you believe that she dykes And she asked for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes I'm the man around this muthafucka I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this muthafucka This rap game I got my hand around this muthafucka Yeah I said game but I ain't playin' around this muthafucka Yeah I'm the best to ever do it bitch And you the best at never doin' shit If you the shit then I'm sewer rich Try me and I'll have your people readin' eulogies I swear you can't fuck with me But I can fuck yo girl and make her nut for me Then slut for me then kill for me then steal for me and of course it'll be yo cash Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo ass And we don't want no problems OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin Yeah big Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby Uh man suck my clip Swallow my bullets And dontchu spit I am the hip hop socialist Life is a gamble and I'm all about my poker chips Do you want a dose of this I will make the most of this F is for ferocious murder your associates The top is so appropriate This is just where I belong Keep a hard dick for ya girlfriend to wobble on Weezy And we don't want no problems OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin Yeah big kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby And we don't want no problems OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin Yeah big kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby |
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| 12. |
| 3:30 |
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I'm in the collard green six cornbread in the guts
Got that Halloween kicks trick or treat in the clutch C'mon n**** is you trickin' or what Flow tighter than a dick in the butt Jus' hopped off the plane came back from Vancouv' Little white tee sum boobs n bamboo White girls tell me hey Nicki your camp rules Is that why you get more head than shampoos Asalaam alaikum no oink fa me An' I never let a d boy boink for free Cause its Barbie b**** you can join the wave I done penny nickel dime I done coined da phrase You couldn't beat me dear if ya had a leer Indian style court side wit' a cavalier V-I-P Rose's you can have a beer Cause honey when you gettin' money you don't have a care. [Repeat: x6] Roger dat Young black ricos Kill fa da c notes But me doe I jack son b**** Tito She wanna play games But dis is not bingo Monopoly I'm pass go Gon' head n deep throat Four chick foursomes Skin colors mocha Sally and Sonia put tha' p****'s on my totem Pole Wat stroke em Strike ya like bowlin' Now open like ya yawnin' Its six in tha mornin' Sleepin' on me probably in a cauffin' I'm hotter than the end of f***in' august I'm awesome Repeat it to ya grandma n uncles my mothers Tygas no dad but I'm tha' ma f***a' Ma' f***as Dis tha' last supper Look no hands I'm a bread cuffer I don't dare lover I'm a dare devil I don't fear nun Ma' f***a' Young Money! Roger dat Fresh off tha' jet sharper than Gillette The blunt still wet so pass it like Brett We sip side a mug we call it upset Smoke more than four quarters we call it sudden death I'm a beast You a pet A-K long neck Keith Sweat, ha ha Weezy mothaf***a' Caboq in dis b**** wit' me Money talks an' have a convo' 'n dis b**** wit me I'm mountain high Colorado in dis b**** wit' me Flow crazy 7:30 you jus' 6:50 20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off Laughin' to the bank I'm a goof ball (ha ha) Its Y-M An' we at ya neck like a violin Its our world We make it spin An' y'all tha prey, amen Now roger dat Roger dat Where roger at I heard Roger a rat F*** around an' neva' get rogered back Ha ha |
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| 13. |
| 3:50 |
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Kane is in the building n****
Fairwell Fairwell Fairwell Fairwell Fairwell Fairwell Where my old lady at Where my old, where She is gone, she is gone Where, where my old lady at Where my old, where She is gone, she is gone Where my old lady, I'm a kill that b**** Where, where my old lady, I'm a kill that b**** Man f*** dat hoe, but I'm a kill that b**** (Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell) When I see that b****, I'm a kill that b**** Uh, man I ain't never need no b**** Tell her take everything, don't leave your s*** Then I sent to her by her mama told her I'll holla Tryin' get it poppin' now I'm single like a dolla I'm killing these hoes my swagga is a murder weapon I'm wanted, f*** around and get arrested I'm martin tell that b**** get to steppin' Good morning, brand new b**** for breakfast T-Streets what they call me I never met desperate Don't know lonely Go bout your business Let them other hoes want me Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell Where my old lady at Where my old, where She is gone, she is gone Where, where my old lady at Where my old, where She is gone, she is gone Where my old lady, I'm a kill that b**** Where, where my old lady, I'm a kill that b**** Man f*** that hoe, but I'm a kill that b**** (Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell) When I see that b****, I'm a kill that b**** My old b**** gone, my new b**** with me And she in the club lookin' for a new b**** wit' me And truthfully tonight I might have your b**** with me She ain't gonna dive in that Benz, but she gonna dip wit' me Oh girl must thought Millz was the next man Who knows where she at She's probably wit' her ex man No second guessin' what's the next plan New season back to the green like a jets fan I'm bout money and that attracts divas You putta ring on her musta thought she was a keepa But now that girl gone like a fast ball or cheetah Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell Where my old lady at Where my old, where She is gone, she is gone Where, where my old lady at Where my old, where She is gone, she is gone Where my old lady, I'm a kill that b**** Where, where my old lady, I'm a kill that b**** Man f*** that hoe, but I'm a kill that b**** (Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell) When I see that b****, I'm a kill that b**** East side Gudda add another Gudda My b**** was actin' up so I had to get another Pockets on full chips stacked like Pringles Cancel that b**** buy another like Nino I lost one, got ten more callin' man Women like fleas can't shake them b****es off me I have a new one every morning with my coffee I'm on that sip' she love it when I'm off speed So your not wanted like an orphan Your nothing to me just another dog b**** barkin' No need to come back b**** You could keep walkin' Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell Where my old lady at Where my old, where She is gone, she is gone Where, where my old lady at Where my old, where She is gone, she is gone Where my old lady, I'm a kill that b**** Where, where my old lady, I'm a kill that b**** Man f*** that hoe, but I'm a kill that b**** (Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell) When I see that b****, I'm a kill that b**** Where my old lady, I'm a kill that b**** (Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell) Where, where my old lady, I'm a kill that b**** Man f*** that hoe, but I'm a kill that b**** Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell |
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| 14. |
| 3:41 |
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Yeah uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch Young Money Streets I'm a east sider rider whoa kemosabe Bitches get to stepping like Cole Gina Tommy Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon And simon say go and get my motherfucking money Young Moolah bitch tell them hoes take their clothes off And I don't hunt birds but I'll shoot you in your mohawk Yeah flow nasty like coleslaw Call me mister no flaw Yeah I sip drank and pop pills til I dose off Wake up grab the mic then I go's off Too G for office boss of all bosses Crucify rappers nail niggas to the crosses I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse blood on my apron We Louisanimals watch me let the gators in I'm going on my paper run a week at the Days Inn Icing on my fingertips I be getting cake in I be getting cake then Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit It's that pointing at your face shit And if you scared you better go and see Mase bitch David Banner on the beat hoe And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo I got the game on TiVo So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin' I don't promise much but I promise you that it'll flow boy Name Jae but you can call me Millsbury Doughboy Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise But if the bitch scream I'ma pop her no noise Bank account top solid Truck nice and brolic The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard You niggas ain't G's you gents and quite coward But I'll put you higher than flight pilots I am petrifying The metal turn to lightning Burn through your clothes like an iron I am no american idol no Simon Cowell Wack niggas throw in the towel I'm getting money with the rap pay me by the vowel I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl Holla Cash rules everything around me So I'ma get the money dolla dolla bills in them hundreds I be getting cake then Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit It's that pointing at your face shit And if you scared you better go and see Mase bitch David Banner on the beat hoe And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo I got the game on TiVo Ugh yo yo yo I'm a bad what bout to get a maniped I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead Eventhough I'm in mexico I rep New York like Plaxico Look switch my name now I'm celebrating Hannukah Lewinski bitches young money Monica I been hot since hedgehog Sonic the So could you pass me the keys to the Tonica I mean Tonka That's the truck bitches Fuck you and fuc all of you fuck bitches Matter of fact put some sprinkles on my cupcakes And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape I be getting cake then Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit It's that pointing at your face shit And if you scared you better go and see Mase bitch David Banner on the beat hoe And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo I got the game on TiVo So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin' |
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<lyrics>What it do n****
This your n**** T-Streets bang bang In the building This young money First up My n****, Gudda Gudda Double "G" Blap, blap They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the doe still, And anybody in my way, Roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold, Money, Knots and Jewels with no records sold, (Yeah) I'm Manhandling rappers with no effort, So imagine what'll happen when I start applying pressure, Guillotine flow who ready to get severed n**** In or out the booth you could get leveled n**** Now we goin' take it to Harlem Millz, let'go Yo, We are Young Money, N**** you can't chocha, It's bout to get real ugly, Amarosa, Y-M vultures, there ain't a family doper, We done changed the way the game look, Sammie Sosa, (Ha ha) This is life this ain't a job, Audemare and Shapor, Just symbolize I go hard, Navy on Navy Camero I did all for the Yankees, Did it all for New York and this love no need to thank me Now we goin' take this to the west coast Tyga Tyga Uh, fast money I don't slow dance, Young Money muthaf***a' till the world end, Money over weight, b****, Rosanne, I don't listen to these kids, grown man, Skinny n**** dubbed dough low hand, Lindsey the white Benz, same color Mike skin, Make ya soul spin when the pin loading, Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud Yeah, now its childs play n**** My lil' "G" Lil' Chuckee Young money lil' G, Battle juice in my blood, Jumpin' at the boy, Man, you better have ya bungee cord, Since Wayne took me off the leash, I ain't lose a fight yet, Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that, Young wit' a attitude, watch how ya talk to me, Keep playin' freddy boi, I'll leak on ya elm street, Trouble is what you want dog, pain is what you don't get, It's Young money till the bone grizzle, ya dig Now we got the hottest n**** on the internet Lil' Twist Hefner Young money good night, And yeah I'm goin' shine like an ultra violet light, Lil' Twist cold cellar like its opening tonight, Going for the first n**** to write, You need a telescope sight, To try to see me, I'm so far gone, Even though I'm goin' off kids, I'm so far on I gotta house full of chicks like the playboy home, Wrapping up my lifestyle and I smashed this song Twizzy Yeah next up We got the best raptress alive Nicki Minaj I'm in that cotton pink Bent', Put ma** on the guts, White on white whips, Kunta Kinte on the clutch, You at the bottom of the pole, Totem, Like Lamar Odom, I ball, scrotum, Flier than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jim-any, And it's going down like Santa in the chimney, You don't ball break ya baby back ribs, You need more a**istance than the handicap kids Now the beautiful Ms. Shanell Young money we rockstars, So f*** wit' ya magnum on, And hold on, we go long, You feel that, we get that, We in that, we run that, we bus back, We hit 'em when we see 'em coming back for more, Back for more Next up my n**** Mack Maine Stupid-Mack-Nupid One Hundred Michael, Wade family in the building you can't hold us, Me, taz and Wayne we the three new moguls, Buffet around here y'all boys scrape the plates, And we don't eat up in our whispa' they got paper plates, Soon as we leave the club damn let the models go, One word I forgot to say on his album, Hollygrove! This track different now they nod this the genesis, Young money murderers, we killin' s***, Forever Toronto, Drizzy, get 'em Alright I got this, you can never get this I built it up from nothin' you would think I'm playin' Tetris, Thousand dollar sweater on but I never sweat s***, Swear the beats they give me got a mu'f***in' death wish, Yeah, tell me who controls kings, I don't follow rules, stupid old things, I'm flying through the city in a coupe with those wings, My team deserves some muthaf***in' supa'bowl rings, Young Money (Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy) I'm so in this b****, C-E-O in this b****, Lil' Weezy stand tall, Tippy-toe in this b**** Blood gang muthaf***a' da da doe in this b****, Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this b****, In the body of the World, money is the blood, And everyday I be back and forward to the blood bank, Uh making deposits till I f***ing faint, New Orleans, n**** how 'bout them f***ing saints, Its tight on our end call that Bubba Franks, Matter fact its too tight add a couple links, I'm the bars-tender you a women drink, Yeah its young money but the money ain't, Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty, Streets bad, Tyga ill, Drake magic, Millz Harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas, And Mack Maine rap, sing and manage, Uh It's young mula baby |
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