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Whats popping Hello world, As i usually say He he My name is it's not important Whats more important is What i told you all And what i told you all was, On the carter 1, And everything else i said, im the best rapper alive quote or unquote Now you all believe me He he And since so far the dedication has been in your life The carter has been in your life Gangsta grillz has been in your life So the game has existed before us, but, it was never the same after us He he he Don't you agree? Well, without furthur ado, Im going to shut the fuck up And we go again into this trilogy Dedication 3 baby YEA |
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[Hook]
And this is just a mixtape, Damn (Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better) And this is just a mixtape, Damn (It's more of a dedication, D 3!) And this is just a mixtape, Damn (This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!) [Chorus] And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo? me (ya) Don?t worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya) And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya) But you should be more afraid of the killa in me [Hook 2] Cuz Im bouta kill um Im bouta kill um Cuz ima bouta kill um Im bouta kill um So f**k it ima kill um So f**k it ima kill um So f**k it ima kill um So f**k it ima kill um (ya) {Chorus] And Ima Keep F**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo? me (ya) Don?t worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya) And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya) But you should be afraid of me [Mack Mane Verse] Young veteran, soon to be OG Plus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth I hear you lil niggaz barkin?, want more beef You like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece And when it comes to money my shit is obese Like della reece, I need celery Mo? money wat the f**k these niggaz tellin? me Im young Lucifer Take um all to hell wit, Ya Drop um off in a fire storm YM riot squad get our riot on If he testify like common see the fire bomb If you know whats best muthaf**ka get yo quite on These niggaz starving out here getting they diet on While im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam One man game nigga ima die alone For now im wit ya girl getttin my ridey ride pipa on [Willie The Kid Verse] Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring No bull I push pro v?s like Pantene Blow like a trombone Funny niggaz tambourine Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine Gators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearas And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz No blood no foul, ya my heart cold as moscow We NAPA killin like a hot towel All my hoes hostile Not me, never tell me not now Rap niggaz forty cal to ya brow Roof remover We leave your brain with more air Manouvre, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair Seduce her, ya You rappers should be tired of lyin? But I know its hard like a tire iron But yet it complex like its Mayan science Or Aztec math Crazy as a mess tab I feed niggaz like a mess hall And yes y'all Its Willie I address y'all Or like a stylist Nobodies fly is this You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist [Chorus] And Ima Keep f**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo? me (ya) Don?t worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me But you should be afraid of me [Hook 2] Cuz Ima kill um Ima kill um Ya ima kill um Yes Ima kill um And ima kill um Ima kill um Ima kill ummummu [Gudda Gudda Verse] They say powder makes you hyper Reefer makes you calm Cigarettes give u cancer Well wounds make you dull While I sip the purple harlot Thick as my sudden drawl Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws They got bats up in the cave Upside down blood rushin? to they head They reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound Pitchin for the crown Uptown bound face painted like a clown Reciting scriptures from the chapters Proverbs leviticus Old ass rappers complainin what the business is Bout the state of hip Soundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga dick Its ridiculous the new school nigga What you need to do is become a resident Under the condition Get yo ass up off your ass And get your ass up on a mission Become some competition Like Federo Nadal Young money nigga we ball Like kobe or chris paul For giving a whack cracker Still sippin cristal Wavin the lifeline Since lifes a bitch y'all Raisin up the skirts of jezzebels For no cash like "bitch give me that ass' Or pulling up to the lot like "give me that jag" No pulling up to the lot like "give me that lam" They study me, yeah They cram like im a final exam If i hit you in your back You'll need a spinal exam Im something like a rhino or ram Animal,beast Irritating you pussies like chlamydia,yeast YM militia you niggaz better retreat Or be like this beat R.I.P. deceased [Hook 2] Cuz Ima kill um Ima kill um Ya ima kill um Yes Ima kill um And ima kill um Ima kill um Ima kill ummummu [Lil Wayne Verse] Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get popped If I?m comin ?round the block the in swing drive gets stopped He gon drop like a flop On the court I love sports That?s why I play my b*tches cuz I got game That?s why you pay my b*tches (Yaay) Same hustle no mannie Im just hip hop they like two bunnies Who run it, b*tch nigga moi That was French, nigga not A kiss, nigga nah No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4 They say I f**k so and so And I be like so, so and so Nike?s on they neck, they like let me breathe Im sorry but I cant this is how we feed This is why we hot This is how we freeze To fast to follow This is why we lead And the money in the pocket isn?t why we Gs, see This is how we shoot and this is how we leave Ya know we tote steal, this is how we ease You can get the steel if you try these thieves now Glass needa Swisha let me climb these trees And im haters say we couldn?t this is why we bees This shit like puddin?, puttin? it down like gravitys pullin? 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What is it that I haven't done yet ahhh
Grammys, ahhh emi, ha angelina jolie, katie holmes, martha stewart, oprah winfrey Mama blanco (laughs), sarah palin,( what we looking in her), Im at her next Straight up Im at sarah palin next I love a bitch who wear glasses Bitch who keep them glasses straight on Keep them bitches on while we cutting up In that (not understandable)(they better not fall off) Bitch gonna come out tell ya bitch gonna come out The next day get on the mike at the ahhh what they call The debate that bitch gonna say LIL WAYNE FOR PRESIDENT!!(laughs) LIL WAYNE, LIL WAYNE!!!(laughs) Dont she blow the flute or something? I'll be up there with the guitar she'd be up there with the flute Talking bout DODODODODODO call me and i can make it juicy for ya! |
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slayers98 Timeless Love Yuhki Kura.. Heartstrings Yuhki Kura.. Second Romance Yuhki Kura.. 곡 199 | 담기 2 | 추천 0 |
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slayers98 Timeless Love Yuhki Kura.. Heartstrings Yuhki Kura.. Second Romance Yuhki Kura.. 곡 199 | 담기 2 | 추천 0 |
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(LiL Wayne)
Shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off Your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off I pop like a soda watch the can fall off I can kill yall and yall boss Shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off Your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off I pop like a soda watch the can fall off I can kill yall and yall boss Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum You fuckin with the drum major let me play you the anthem Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal I say bang bang bitch i make you feel every letter B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G. We spray then leave We play when we know We play N.E. V.E.R. C.P.R. Doctor Carter are you the disease boy Young money motherfucka deez theez boyz Bitches you crazy Weez retardz Watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief minaj Like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah Soulja boy on the beat But you can call me chef boyardee Cause ima heat this shit And ima eat this shit Planet earth is my toilet your beneath this shit Then i flush and whipe my ass Gun slinger like a pass I cock back and throw a bomb now hailmary Your tailfairy fairy-tale very frail And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail Let em sail up the river with that hoe shit Or leave em face down in the fuckin ocean I aint on no other shit bitch im on some more shit That hello how you doing i am at your front door shit That aww naw he got a gun oh shit ..shit...shit (JAE MILLZS) Okay its young money what you know bout it The simuarto will rip open your body and tear the soul out it And all that fronting shit nigga I don?t know bout it Call me master J bitch im so bout it even my hoe bout it And don?t doubt it cuz we both will be Angeline and Braden Spazzin and blastin; blastin and rat- a- tattin And naw I don?t cook em like potatoes I mash em I don?t give a fuck bout your money or your fashion Shots through the window where your brand new astin?? You get out tryin to run now you just wit them bullets crashin Pine box niggas no crutches no cassin No wheelchair just a two door long black wagon flowers on the side And four wheels of steal.. I aint neva scared and I aint neva cared So fuck what they doing over there.. im doin it here You nothing like me fuck boy don?t be outlandish We gorillas in the mist you just some kung fo pandas Sweet like fantas my blood is the same as bruce bantis that record on the cameras Motherfuck all the bullshit and antics and they sayin he aint got it ???to clear for wayne that?s a disadvantage Being broke is a foreign language to me like Spanish musically I direct thrillers call me john Landis Nigha (laughing) Fuck that nigha in red jacket nigha |
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[La the Darkman]
Yeahhh... L.A.D. I'm all about that cheese, Swiss or Mozzarella Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar When it comes to robbery Nobody do it better Notorious L.A.D. Fresh Coogi sweater The cleanest Lyrics is the meanest Understand my English Nigga, I'm a genius Ice like a snow cone Writin' in my iPhone Went from sellin' crack To sellin' ringtones Straight out the projects To million dollar homes Inside the Carter Cookin' 36 zones 36 O's and I break 'em all down In and out of every trap All through the A-town The Embassy A.M.G. Young Money merger I'm a young champ like Ben Roethlisberger S.S. Chevy with the big block engine Rims and paint cost me a whole pension [Jae Millz] I don't need nothing but my niggas And enough weed to go around A tinted sedan some grams and a loaded pound Fuck what another nigga think of me I'm thinkin' multi-millions He thinkin' G's Nigga please Get your mind right Fuck tryna be fresh Get your grind right Cuz I'm like So in another league I throw my pitches At different degrees And I Sparil my pigskins At different speeds And I hit threes Cuz at different times I release My shot cold Nigga, I'm hot Don't be tight cuz you not Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath I'm the good, I'm the bad I'm the Devil, I'm Jesus It's Young Money bitch! The game needs us Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga? Kid-Kid Chi, get it how you live nigga My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick Diamond rings, diamond chains Royal suites, private planes Palm trees, big change I can't complain I made a promise to myself That I'll never be a have-not Nigga fuck bein' broke Shit Before that day come I'll A.K. stamp ya When there's beef I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler Fuck what you heard In the booth I goes off Like the lights if you ain't payin' It's the third And you already two months late witcha bill Clown nigga you's a lame Bitch nigga I'm Millz! Young Moula [Gudda Gudda] If you didn't, now you know It's the million dollar nigga Wit' the million dollar flow Icicle chain Got a million dollar glow Quarter mill' for the gang If you tryna book a show Templates on the Bentley Ridin' through the 'jects Got a pocket fulla money Nigga, hand on my tec I'm demandin' respect I'm a man to respect Disrespect your man Put my hand 'round his neck It's no other than Gudda Gudda man Still 'bout my money Nigga, fuck another man I'm on the paper chase All about the hustle man I be climbin' through your window Like I'm fuckin' Broadman Look I'm Shady Aftermath Put your head in a scope A bank roll with the bucks It's what these young niggas killin' for The game dirty On the streets tryna deal yayo Fifty clips at his hat Leave a peeled potato [Lil' Wayne] I call my Nina Bay like San Diego Get me twisted I'm a turn into a tornado And all my riders ridin' like a Winnebago You stay But I'ma let that A.K. go Rawer than Qualo Shoot you like Halo Give yo' ass a halo These bitches walk around actin' like they J.Lo Man, I remember when these bitches was just hey hoe Hey hoe, how you doing? Me? I'm doing every fuckin' thang Smokin' them dykes I'm on that Mary fuckin' Jane This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil' Wayne And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil' Wayne Haha And bitch I'm greedy But if I keep eatin' you rappers I'll get sugar diabities Sweetie I'm a different species I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces What the fuck do I be thinkin'? Kill, kill, murder And Benjamin Franklin Your girlfriend is into them gangstas And me bein' a gangsta I get into your girlfriend I stay still when the world spins And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman You heard me? You heard him? Him bein' me And we are better than All y'all bitches, niggas, hoes Enemies, foes Threes, twos, ones But these dudes won |
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[DJ Drama]
Young Money all stars on the way Put the party in the bag now hand it over [Lil' Wayne] Wait a minute Wait a minute Wait a minute See I ain?t know you were gunna do this one. Ight, now you motherfuckers happy huh? That?s what y?all you been wantin? huh? Okay, okay, Go ahead Drama [DJ Drama] See I don?t wanna be the Mixtape King no more, More like the Mixtape President, Barack Odrama! It was definitely time for change, I mean the game been dry So, I figured we going for re-election So, me and Wayne gon? keep runnin? So y'all niggas can fly [Lil' Wayne] This a Big E beat, And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat Yeah, hehe You can get pork chopped, Young Money bitch Let the champagne cork pop, I will bat your man, Now go tell her short stop Okay bitch, you do the wop Well bitch, I do the guap Okay man, you do the drop Well man, I do the yacht You pull up in parking lots I pull up the dock like Yeahhh Macaroni greens and hamhocks, I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock, Rock To my own tune, Lil' Tune My stomach hurtin' My shit is dropping real soon Kill whom and whoever for whatever That barrel longer than a word with ten letters Now you spell it I say Young Money bitch forever, And we better than all these mothafuckas up in this era Know'm talkin' 'bout? Yeah I tell my niggas pick the target out, And then I quickly pick the target off Like volleyball, I'm a serve 'em, And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a virgin Dr. Carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon Cleaner than some brand new detergent Ya heard me? And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie Tell 'em get on (Birdman Jr.'s birdy) [Shanell] I love the skin that I'm in Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M. That Yack, That Goose, That 'Tron, That gin Got a couple girls crackin' Let the party begin I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on If it ain't trickin' cuz you got it What you trippin' on? See, I'm a spoiled chick You frontin' niggas hatin' me up with But my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches [Lil' Twist] Rockin' on the scene And yeah, I hit my dougie I D-Town boogy Now the girls really love me V.I.C. to Vic Yeah, They both got silly Lil' Twist, I get silly I?m the king of the city Young Money, Young Moula Yeah, the kid in this thang Grown men in this game Can't compete with me mayne Especially When I pull up in that candy red (54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil' Wayne) I'm a beast I'm a dog Yeah, yeah I rap harder Mic in my hand I run like Marion Barber You haters on the sidelines And I be a starter Going bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter That's my little sister if you boys didn't know (Wait) That's Weezy's daughter (So don't mess with her bro'!) Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of cars Signin' out Young Money, D-town's all star [Tyga] It's Tyga No lion I'm eating No diner This species Don't diet Every milla fish Friday Squad deep Like the white guy from Verizon Gator righteous So it's only right you meet the fugitive John McGiver Teenager School cyhphers I was too nicer Than them no license You gets no high-fivin' Nigga, roll the damn dices Touch My word play touch is from the color great My kick game so unreal They say them colors must be fake Never been made MTV, I make Quake your very eyesight My fame's no mistake Since the deal Steak dinner everyday For the movie My life is like a Compton play You can see it Nearly breathe it From a couple feet away But stay away Cuz I don't Get along With them tag-along Let me Get on a song Period gone I'm off the hook like cordless phones My identity so right They think it's wrong G.E.D. Young Money Finish strong, so I'ma keep goin' My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face Like my skin was leather made Leatherman Louis You ain't never seen Like a nun booty None before me After It's only boys Tyga man I do it for the hatin' homies [DJ Drama] Shout to Hollygrove Shout to the A-town 304 wassup? Shout to Harlem Philly wassup? |
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Yo, this is the dedication to the bitches
And to the women ya dig A bitch is a female dog And they say a dog is a man's best friend Alright now so, I just wanna say to all the ladies I, I, what you gotta say? Yeah, I just wanna say to all the ladies That we love y'all and all the single mothers out there Keep ya head up when you do what you do, you do it well And shout out to my mother She's a wonderful mother And everybody else's mothers And everybody in this room, mothers Shout out to all our mothers, ya dig We love all y'all, happy mother's day Even when it ain't without y'all we wouldn't be here Yes That was a beautiful dedication right there to the women Shout out to my daughter, your daughter too |
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She's a Ryda
For Me I don't know If you've been told All I know Is that you've been warned About My Girl She's a killa She's bad Oh God. Oh My, She's a Ryda & she ridin for me. She's a ryda. Riding for me. Yea she'll ride it like a lady in a wheel chair. Louie V. Purse on her arm yea she got it still there. She gonna hold me down if the Feds come and get me. & Imma make her fuck the judge for a lighter sentence Yea the Devil Wears Prada Bitch and she riden for me you don't want problems bitch She about it bitch and she keep it real and she owns two twin pumps like a pair of heels. No Nicloe Richie no Paris Hilton just my gangsta boy spinnin like a ferris wheel. Takin money and she bringin it home for me.nigga Yea she a rider and she rydin for me. Chorus Now I don't know If you've been told. But I know Oh I know That You've been warned about my girl She's a killa She's bad Oh God God Damn She's a ryda & she rydin for me. She's a ryda & she rydin for me. Shawty hold da work fo me. Shawty hold ma gun fo me. Shawty take Daddy Dick Shawty Never run from me. Shawty know what I like. But Shawty do it how I love it. (x2) Shawty hold me down when all da bitches wasn't. Shawty never argued bout bitch or nothin Shawty know she numba one. Fuck dem otha bitches numba. She's a Ryda & She Rydin with Me |
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Yea yea uh huh She said FUCK FENDI, but I think she was playin I heard she move dem thangs I think she fuckin Wayne She call herself Lewinsky, dat mean she give him brain She trynna be like Lil Kim, her picture looks da same Y she ain't signed with G-Unit, she from Queens rite? And wats her nationality, she chinese rite? I mean she OK, but she ain't ALL DAT She ain't da next bitch, tell dat bitch FALL BACK! See I'm a hata, I go hard... listen let's begin U kno her last name Minaj, she a lesbian And she ain't neva comin out, look at currency But every time she do a interview you kno I run to see She get me so sick it make me vomit Dats why I spend my time online leaving comments And u kno dat I got some more haters with me Might hit up thisis50, MTV, hit up BET Tell 'em pretty pretty please don't play Nicki [Chorus: x2] Still I rise Still I fight Still I mite crack a smile Keep my eyes on da prize, see my haters tell 'em HI! One day u'll remeber dis One day wen we reminese Nuthin I do ever is, good enuff 4 da music biz For u, for u [Verse 2:] Bitches is like crabs in a bucket U c a bad bitch gettin shine, u should luv it Cause everytime a door opens 4 me dat means u Jus gotta a betta opportunity 2 do u Dey don't understand dese labels look at numbas is statistics I lose, u lose, mines jus legastic Ne way, real bitches listen wen I'm speakin Cause if nicki win, den all of ya'll gettin meetns (chyea) Ask LA Reid, ask Jay Den hit up Universal, see wat Sylvia Rhone say Ask Craig Common, u can ask chris Ladi wen your done, just salute bad bitch Onli underground bitch around dats duckin da paparatzi In & outta town, be swirvin da mazeratzi Stay around da white like a nazi Pussy pa-pa-poppin on my car so da cops see... BITCHES! [Chorus: x2] Still I rise Still I fight Still I mite crack a smile Keep my eyes on da prize, see my haters tell 'em HI! One day u'll remeber dis One day wen we reminese Nuthin I do ever is, gud enuff 4 da music biz |
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Lil Wayne
Magic, ahh ahh ow! Rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh Lemme spark up first... Magic, ahh ahh ow! Rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh Lemme spark up first.. Let you know what the fuck is goin on The dedication 3 .. count it 1 2 3 VERSE 1 Yeahh money makin weezy ,weezy makin money I keep my dick in my pants but them hoes take it from me I go to sleep on monday and i wake up sunday I go to sleep with money and wake up with money Man im all about 5 of em My girl so thick you can see her ass from the side of her hehe Yo girl just came in her booth somebody better get her a flammable suit i got that bitch jumpin like a kangaroo Aint a thang to do is to bang the screw I live in the clouds like the angels do Hey traffic let my vanquish through Hey ma this what i think of you .. I wanna fuck yo head off and fuck you ankles loose .. Then drank the juice .. Im dangerouss I got her clothes fallin off like the hanger loose Mmm i be the monster in her closet She wanna go to mars i tell her hop on top my rocket 5 4 3 2 1 take off John travolta with that head i suck yo "faceoff" Tell yo man take that cape off I put his ass in the pocket like the 8 ball Wait yall, i've never been tall But if i stand on my money ill be with god Like hallelujah baby its, its young mulah babyyyy Young gudda Hahaha yall niggas stupid Alright look Young gudda put the gun to yo head make ya pop like a bubble When i pop off you in trouble Gat to yo waist click clack niggas fuckin knee buckle Look at these suckas Talkin this bullshit they dont know gudda got a full clip And i pull shit Leave yo stupid ass wet like a pool bitch i dont bullshit noo Leave a bitch nigga stinking like bullshit Gudda aint the nigga you should fool with, no These niggas know me nigga Knife like Shinobi nigga...haha Lil Wayne Ha ha Yo motha owe me nigga Yo brotha paid me nigga Yo sista laid me nigga And i made your wife suck my weezy f. babies nigga Im still crazy nigga Fuckin right im wildin Nigga i just made a hundred fucking million dollars Nigga i aint even gotta rhyme, Nigga i just made a hundred fuckin million dollars |
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The Do's and Don'ts of
Young Money Cash Money Rule f**king number 1 Don't f**king do one f**king song on a motherf**king album get one motherf**king check and go f**king crazy and then get dropped from the motherf**king label and now you got your motherf**king fans like What happenend to you When you comin out Ahh ahhh I'm coming out I'm comin out Are you coming out with Wayne Nah I got my own record label Man what the f**k What the f**k Don't you do that thats a no-no That's a young money cash money no-no Rule-Don't go there I don't care if a nigga gave it to you in navigation don't Go there Understand Rule number 2 Don't f**k with nobody's girl And rule number 3 Nobody has a girl HOLLA bitcch Ummm Rule number 4 is to respect rule number 5 And rule number 5 is Bitch You try anybody round here We gon kill ya Ya understand We're not gon' fight ya We're not gon' have Reverend Al Sharpton sit us down and talk nothing bout nothing nothing Lord bless the Dead Pimp C gone He ain't gon' sit us down and schedule no talks bitch we gon' kill ya one dot com nigga log on bitch Yeah Yeah don't I hate don't check-don't you ask to check nothing of mine If I'm comin into your place of business and you scheduled for me to be there Bitch I don't have to be there I have a very nice home Ya understand And I I Boy Look here Just don't be tryna check me dude I ain't tryna steal or hurt anybody in none of them places I'm rich as a motherf**ker and thats the last thing i want A confrontation or a problem I am trying-I am-Son Don't check me Dedication 3 bitch Bitch |
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I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like I said gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight Its young money bitch and You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like Yea gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like (Jae Millz) Baby we are so live you aint gotta check for a pulse Its young money But you can call us multiple choice See you can choose me Choose mack or gudda gudd, streets, drizzy, drake, tyga tyga Or all the above But no fallin in love We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep You wanna uptown hustla you can call on me Im jae millz for my money I make moves Like a R8 on the open street I know youre nasty I can see it in your eyes I can tell how you move its written all in your vibe So fuck ya man cuz what he livin is a lie He commercial its only 10 seats on them planes that we fly Plus im fly And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane Ill get you to your destination Holla at ya mizzan its young money Life is good fuck the forecast cuz everyday is sunny (Lil Wayne) "well not actually cause I make it rain" Whatever you like Yea you can pick the weather you like Ok Jae millz, gudda gudda, taz po, t-streets, mack main, tyga tyga You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like Umm.. They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no They ask who I go with I say whoever wanna go And we can go wherever you like They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no They ask who im fuckin I say whoever wanna know And I can fuck whoever I like (Gudda Gudda) Got my 2 fingers out the roof see me reppin out The levi's is skinny so im walkin wit the weapon out 2 bitches on my arm get my don won on Watch the ho's go crazy when the boys song on Multicolored stones on, we gettin money, yeah I get my styrofoam on, my cup muddy Yeah I walk down on ya bitch, then I run away wit her Let her do what she like, then I have my way wit her I aint tryna play wit her, I aint tryna stay wit her Im just tryna dick her down nigga you can lay wit her So give me myspace light dot com Im funk master flex with the flow I drop bombs Young gudda money bags, thats what they callin me Shittin on you boys like im sittin on the toilet seat Why M.O.B. we on that soprano shit Everyday we blowing cash we be on that hammer shit (Lil Wayne) Like you cant touch this Like you cant touch us with a pipe But we can touch whoever we like You could even do little.chucky, little twist, KY, bobby V, little scrap Didnt say me, cuz I got a wife So sorry not tonight Ohh, but you can do Gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like Yeah Im steppin out with my niggas tonight And you could do whoever you like You could do whoever you like (toward end of verse) You see i hope your math is right Take you body as a sacrifice You see them flashing lights Welcome to afterlife |
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[Monologue]
Aight, aight, aight, aight. Hold up Drama, hold up Drama That was easy, that was milk and cookies for me. Milk and cookies! Rest in peace Bernie Mac, man. That was easy for me though Drama. You know I do that all day. Gimme that shit all them other niggas be frontin' on and shit I'm sure my...I'm sure my...watch this, watch this. D-three bitch! |
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(DJ Drama)
See you niggas killin' me man Did you think i don't hear you talkin'? Like "why wayne and dram' workin'? Didn't wayne dis dram'? Didn't dram' dis wayne?" (Gangsta grillz you bastards!) See ya'll niggas just wait til i turn around then talk about me Fool-ass niggas But i'll do this for ya'll Ya'll ain't learned that? HAHAHAHA (lil wayne) Uhh Young young young young young young yooouuunnng young mula baby Young mula baby young young mulah baby you ready? Weezy f bitch, im tired of yall hatin I know ya head hurtin' you tylenol takin mafuckers im the man Just ask your ol' lady, like a true gentleman im after yo lady Im a massacre waitin' to happen fuck all this rappin boy I get to cappin and leave you with holes like a napkin man He gon need napkin no a band aid no a damn grave I am rampage jackson on a rampage step in my cage Picture on my page printed in a best book Come up out my left pocket with a left hook Mamma said knock ya out, money made me block ya out I got the game on lock and i lock ya out My jewelery singin' like a oprah house, i bought that drop top phantom of the oprah yea, get silly not stupid man Never save a hoe she better ask soulja boy to superman You can bet when i sleep im poloed down head to feet, polo horses on my sheets, i get that from pimp c Tall cup of dj screw, sittin on a pint of big moe Sharper than a tack hoe, you can keep the tick toe Yea, red scarf on my neck, red diamonds lookin like red barf on my neck EHH Tell my bass, nigga sue woo cause i be with more B's than ju ju Big Boss im a big dog, and i dont mean fleas when i say im ticked off HAHAHA Nigga i dont eva scratch, and if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch type of soldier on some sketch that shit imma draw that pistol make your chest a tablet you are just a tad bit and imma whole lot young money motherfucka but the money so not |
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This here goes out to my m.a.n gili gili hit wit that dumb shit weezy i got cha go to jail do life not five to ten me and sergio getting down thays my man fam my niggas dont give jean- claude vandamme about you we don't play around bring that k around,spray tha town,take tha ground,take tha ground that you walk on tap the phones that you talk on jam you up and take your arms off hit you twice with that sawed off and your nigga watch your head fall off hit em weezy
Shout Out to everybody man But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so u know that the future imma be on this rock shit U understand me This real rock shit Its gettin real crazy But uh imma keep rappin for y'all and shit to Cuz i know ya'll like that shit I know y'all like that shit I know y'all like that shit And uh just in case if y'all want to know What i was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cuz i know they probably cut a lot of that out I had said uh Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, lets go Oh oh oh Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to fuck wit them aliens Im just tryin to mate like a fucking Australian Dreams of fucking Mrs. Sarah Palin And don't McCain look like his heart about to fail em But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest Add another check to my checkin and savins And afour fs to the weezy f baby Nah im weezy fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin baby Dedication 3 we out this hoe Actually we in yo hoe Wayne Talkin..... I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08) (DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over, let me give u some D4, Bitch I Feel Me! Yea!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!! I got the game mad, and i ain't talking about homie in LA neither I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do wit it I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin u spend it Hey i do it way bigger than u did it I'm sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me I get real ignorant Cruel really cruel When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly Who really pourin with us? Home boy you trippin u gunna fall and bust your ass I can rap fast but i like slow better....why? Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly With no feathers And if you want know bad u gunna know better yea I'm talkin young money army weezy aka i got enough money on me Yea and y'all niggers phony I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them Haha y'all really don't want me And i blast off on beat She make u leave and u just do you and she just do me I told ya |
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[DJ Drama]
(Dramatic Nigga) [Drake] Uh, well alright, here I go I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he smoke But i don't need my vocal chords all i hit is C notes N.E.R.D flow i spaz if I'm prevoke I'm bout to change the fucking game, pass the remote. Money is everything, and it's every other thing I'm part of the choir and its the motto that my brother sing Cash is the right now, women are post game MoneyOverBitches dot com check the domain It's coming too soon, album on the way People ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a blue moon Oops, i mean a red moon, i did it again to 'em Let me leave the station for your blood affiliation I say heavy metaphors, flow so overweight I could rap around these other youngin's like a cobra snake Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is cold as drake Keep yo ass inline, don't be tryin' to roller skate Fuck all the discrete shit, i get on some peep shit I am 21, tell me who do i compete with I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin hood love And i aint even talkin street shit Young angel, young lie and im done tryin I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' cause im buyin' It's on me, everything is on me And my girl is still down like shes fucking John B And when i go dumb, i tend to do dumb shit I just listen back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet This for all the strippers cause i know they gonna bump it Tell her back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it Ain't no pistols here, yo money will disappear My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year Tax, brackets and back and forth faxes My money come in full circle, get up on my axis Maybe I'mma kill 'em only cause i promised They think I'm bein' cocky but I'm only being honest I'm swallowin' the goose, got a model getting loose And i never party less, i got some bottles and a booth I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this I'm just havin' patience cause i want it to make sense White cup, orange pop, Tennessee state shit Drop a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness [DJ Drama] (Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta. I just want y'all to remember, This is the first mixtape you bump, While you have a black president.) [Lil Wayne] Yeah. Come on, pass the dro. I am such a beast, and you can ask them hoes. And they might even say you should leave me alone. Their only scared. Cause it gets like me. Stunting is a habit, I get it from my daddy. Just like Shaggy, I told that Boombastic. Im a rude bastard. I dont give a fuck about y'all. I aint talking marbles, you can pluck my balls. And yes I am falling, but up I fall. And if your bitch in heat, she can fuck my dog. I went from penny pinchin' to private planes. Never sat on any benches, I got in games. Starter Carter, ball harder. Ten girls, pent house suite, y'all order Whatever y'all please. Wine, crackers, and cheese. They take off their clothes and put on my tees. The supplement Im taking got me feeling mighty My gun and money dont split, call that shit Siamese. Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze. Your girl bless me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze. Cheap ass apartment, just the kitchen I need. And eighteen Gs is why the chicken crossed the street. What you know about it? My nigga so about it. If we kill everybody, they can go to court about it. Weezy. I ignore the liars. Baby, I ignite the fire. I am Michael, Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer. Got the shotty on the side of me. My bad boys follow me. Im a bad boy, obviously. Pop one at your ivy league. I dont have a rivalry. If so, you have a cosulty. Oops, I meant a casualty. Oops, I meant catasrophe. Oops, I meant actually, you niggas is just ass to me, And big, wet, pussy is more like what Im rathering. Welcome to the gathering. Welcome to the burying. Or I hang you on the wall like an art gallery. You got short salary. And I got long money. I got cash money. I got young money. Bitch. [DJ Drama] (See, I told y'all it was going to be worth the wait, right?) [Lil Wayne] Dedication three. Chris fuck wit me. |
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Shout out the blue flag,
Shout out the red flag, Shout out the black flag, Fuck the white flag. I ain't talkin bout no gang bangin I just meant that surrender flag cause I don't know if niggas really reppin' white flags and shit. So I mean the surrender flag so I don't get in no trouble. No nigga be shootin at me I don't know what the hell happened. Nigga, a group of white flag niggas come in, "Nigga we the white flag niggas." Like I'm sorry my nigga, damn. Shout out Drama, thanks again for lettin me do this shit. Dedication 3, can't wait till Dedication 4. And uh, this one right here man this one was for my fans this was for young money this was for ya'll of course. But this was for young money for ya'll to understand what I'm tryna do and ya'll to get a lil wiff of what I've got cookin over here and see what niggas is tryna do. Plus I wanna make it clear that every artist you hear on Young Money is most likely to be doing their own thing somewhere else so what I would love for you to do is to get, don't just listen to them over here actually get into them and see what they're doing everywhere, cause if they're good over here most likely they're great there. I mean so, pay attention to 'em, they're makin moves. They're makin moves. And if you wanna be down with us, it's easy. It's easy. Give a nigga some head or somethin. Haha. No homo, not to the niggas though I ain't lookin for no more rappers. I don't even wanna try, I'm straight. I'm lookin for straight, beautiful women. Naw I'm lyin. |
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