| Wife Beater – Young Money Posted: 16 Jan 2010 01:23 AM PST 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 [chorus]
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 [verse 1]
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 [chorus]
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 [verse 2]
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.. [chorus]
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 [verse 3]
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 [verse 4]
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 [chorus]
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 Related Lyrics 
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| Every Girl – Young Money Posted: 16 Jan 2010 01:22 AM PST [Lil' Wayne]
Un
I like a long haired thick red bon
Open up her legs then filet mignon that pussy
I’m a get in and on that pussy
If she let me in I’m a own that pussy
Go’n throw it back and bust it open like you ‘posed to
Girl I got that dope dick
Now come here let me 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
Haha 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 you
(back it up and dump it back-
Back it up and dump it back) [Chorus:]
Cause 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 herr
And she like us too 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 [Drake:]
Yea
Alright
(ohh ohhh)
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 y’all into girls like I am let’s be honest She wants me she wants me
Cause I got it all shawty tell me what you don’t see
I will fuck with all y’all
All y’all are beautiful
I just can’t pick one so you can never say I’m choosy hoes
And Wayne say pussy pussy pussy
And weed and alcohol seem to satisfy us all
Damn
And every time I think of staying with her
She bring that friend around that make a nigga reconsider man [Chorus] [Jae Millz:]
I ain’t being disrespectful baby I’m just being 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 every desperate housewife that resemble eva
My role model was will
So married boy I’m in the milf
It don’t matter who you is miss
You can get the business
Haaaa [Gudda Gudda:]
These hoes is gods gift like Christmas
I like ‘em caramel skin long hair thick ass
And I swear I’m feelin’ all y’all
I’m scrollin’ down my call log
And I’m a 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 [Chorus] [Mack Maine:]
And bitch I’m Mack Maine -aine -aine -aine
Sanna 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 cause he are
Mack Mizzo
Baby
Cause he are Mack Mizzo
Baby [Chorus:]
Cause 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 herr
And she like us too 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 Mula baby Related Lyrics 
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| Finale – Young Money Posted: 16 Jan 2010 01:20 AM PST [Gudda Gudda]
They call me Young Gudda,
I’m all about the doe still,
And anybody in my way, Roadkill,
Evrything 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-gga
In or out the booth you could get leveled n-gga [Jae Millz]
Yo, We are Young Money,
N-gga you can’t chocha,
It’s bout to get real ugly, Amarosa,
YM 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 [Tyga]
Uhh, fast money I don’t slow dance,
Young Money muthaf-cka till the world end,
Money over weight, Bitch, Rosanne,
I don’t listen to these kids, Grown man,
Skinny n-gga dubbed up, Low hand,
Lindsey the white benz, same colour mike skin,
Make ya soul spin when the ping loading,
Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud [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,
Yung wid 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 [Lil Twist]
Young money good night,
And yeah Im gonna shine like an Ultra Violet light,
Lil twist cold cellar like its opening tonight,
31’st n-gga to write, You need a telescope sight,
To try to see me, I’m so far gone,
Even though I’m goin out kids, I’m so far on
I gotta house full of cheques like the playboy home,
Wrapping up my lifestyle and I smashed this song
Twizzy [Nicki Minaj]
I’m in that cotton pink bent,
Put mass 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, scrotom,
Flyer than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jim-any,
And Its going down like Santa in the chimney,
You don’t ball break ya baby back ribs,
You need more assist than the handicap kids [Shanell]
Young money we rockstars,
So f-ck 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.. [Mack Maine]
Michael wade family in the building you can’t hold us,
Me, taz and wayne we the 3 new moguls,
Buffet around here ya’ll boys scrape the plates,
And we dont 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 shit,
Forever… [Drake]
Alright I got this, you can never get this
I built it up from nuthin you would think im playin tetris,
Thousand dollar sweater on but I never sweat shit,
Swear the beats they give me got a muthaf-ckin 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-ckin supabowl rings, Young Money [Lil Wayne]
I’m so in this bitch, CEO in this bitch,
Lil Weezy stand tall, Tippytoe in this bitch
Blood gang muthaf-cka da da doe in this bitch,
Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch,
In the body of the World, money is the blood,
And everyday I be back and forward to the blood bank,
Uhh making deposits till I f-cking faint,
New Orleans, n-gga how about no f-cking saints,
Its tight on our end call that bubbafranks,
Matter fact its too tight add a couple links,
Im the barstender you a women drink,
Yeah its young money but the money aint,
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,
Uhhhh It’s Young Mulah Baby… Related Lyrics 
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| Streets Is Watchin – Young Money Posted: 16 Jan 2010 01:18 AM PST [Lil' Wayne - Intro:]
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Hahaha
Young Money, Streets [Lil' Wayne - Verse 1:]
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 [Gudda Gudda - Verse 2:]
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 [T-Streets - Chorus:]
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’ [Jae Millz - Verse 3:]
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 [Gudda Gudda - Verse 4:]
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 [Chorus] [Nikki Minaj - Verse 5:]
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 fuck 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 [Chorus] Related Lyrics 
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| Roger That – Young Money Posted: 16 Jan 2010 01:17 AM PST [Nicki]
IM in the collard green 6 cornbread in the guts
Got dat halloween kicks trick or treat in the clutch
C’mon nigga is you trickin or what
Flow tighter than a dick in the but
Jus hopped off the plane came back from van couv
Little white tee sum boobs n bamboo
White girls tell me hey nicki you cant loose
Is that why you get more head than shampoos
Asalaam alaikum no oink fa me
N I never let a d boy boink for free
Cuz its barbie bitch you can join the wave
I done penny nickel dime I done caught da fraze
You cudnt beat me derre if ya had a layer
Indian style court side wit a cavalier
Vip roseas you can have a beer
Cuz honey when you gettin money you dont have a care. Roger Dat [6x] [Tyga]
Young black ricos
Kill fa da c notes
But me doe
I jack son bitch tito
She wanna play games
But dis is not bingo
Monopoly I’m pass go
Gon head n deep throat
4 chick 4 somes
Skin colors mocha
Sally and sonia put tha pussys on my totum
Pole
Wat stroke em
Strike ya like bowlin
Now open like ya yawnin
Its 6 in tha mornin
Sleepin on me probly in a cauffin
I’m hotter than the end of fuckin august
I’m awesome
Repeat it to ya grandma n uncles my mothers
Tygas no dad but I’m tha ma fucka
Ma fuckas
Dis tha last supper
Look no hands
I’ma bread cuffer
I dont dare lover
I’m a dare devil
I dont fear nun
Mafucka
YOUNG MONEY! Roger Dat. [Wayne]
Fresh off tha jet sharper than gillette
The blunt still wet so pass it like bread
We sip side a mug we call it upset
Smoke more than 4 quarters we call it sun debt
I’ma beast
You a pit
Ak long kneck
Keith sweat
Weezy mothafucka
Capo n dis bitch wit me
Money talks n have a convo n dis bitch wit me
I’m mountain high colorado in dis bitch wit me
Flow crazy 730 you jus 650
20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off
Laughin to the bank
I’m a goof ball (ha ha)
Its ym
N we at ya kneck like a violin
Its our world
We make it spin
N yall tha prey..AMEN
Now roger dat
Roger dat
Where rog at
I heard rog a rat
Fuck around n neva get rogered back Related Lyrics 
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| She Is Gone – Young Money Posted: 16 Jan 2010 01:15 AM PST Kane is in the Building nigga Fairwell [x3] Fairwell [x3] 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 [continued....]
Where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Where, where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Man fuck dat hoe, but imma kill that bitch (Fairwell [x3])
When I see that bitch, imma kill that bitch [T-streets]
Uhh, man I aint never need no bitch
Tell her take everything, don’t leave your shit
Then I sent 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, fuck around and get arrested
I’m martin Tell that bitch get to steppin’
Good morning, brand new bitch 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 [x3] 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 [continued....]
Where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Where, where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Man fuck dat hoe, but imma kill that bitch (Fairwell [x3])
When I see that bitch, imma kill that bitch [Millz]
My old bitch gone, my new bitch with me
And she in the club lookin’ for a new bitch wit me
And truthfully tonight I might have your bitch with me
She aint gonna dive in that Benz, but she gunna dip wit me
Her 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 of cheetah Fairwell [x3] 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 [continued....]
Where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Where, where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Man fuck dat hoe, but imma kill that bitch (Fairwell [x3])
When I see that bitch, imma kill that bitch [Gudda Guda]
East side Gudda add another Gudda
My Bitch was actin’ up so I had to get another
Pockets on full chips stacked like pringles
Cancel that bitch buy another like Nino
I lost one, got ten more callin’ man
Women like fleas can’t shake dem bitches offa 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 bitch barkin’
No need to come back bitch
You could keep walkin’ Fairwell [x3] 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 [continued....]
Where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Where, where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Man fuck dat hoe, but imma kill that bitch (Fairwell [x3])
When I see that bitch, imma kill that bitch Where my old lady, imma kill that bitch (Fairwell [x3])
Where, where my old lady, imma kill that bitch
Man fuck dat hoe, but imma kill that bitch Fairwell [x3] Related Lyrics 
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| Girl I Got You – Young Money Posted: 16 Jan 2010 01:14 AM PST [Lil Chuckee]
Nothing make a man feel better than his lady
Cause girl I got you [Chorus]
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'ma 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) haa…
It's just me and you against the world
Baby girl I know you got my back (cause girl I got you) [Lil Twist]
As I was walking by
I seen you standing there with a smile
Lookin shy caught my eye
Thought you wanna hang a while
i15 on the beat and I ain't cruisin highways
So baby let's get away
Save the troubles for another day haa…
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
Cause baby I got maids haa…
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 [Lil Chuckee]
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'ma 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) haa…
It's just me and you against the world
Baby girl I know you got my back (cuz girl I got you) [Lil Chuckee]
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
And when I'm on the road you go to my house
And walk my bulldog and help my mums out
And play with my sister you know I love that
That's why whatever you want I’ma cop that
I'm your Rashaad, 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 [Lil Chuckee 2x]
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'ma 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) haa…
It's just me and you against the world
Baby girl I know you got my back (cause girl I got you) Related Lyrics 
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| Steady Mobbin – Young Money Posted: 16 Jan 2010 01:13 AM PST Man, fuck these niggas
I-I’ma spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun butt these niggas
Take the knife off tha AK and gut these niggas Yeah, and fuck these bitches
I swear I care about everything b-but these bitches
I-I don’t care, I, so what? These bitches
And I put Young Mula baby way above these bitches Ha, if it ain’t broke, don’t break it
A-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 wolf teeth, muthafucka F-futuristic handgun
If you act foul, you get two shots and one
I’m at your face like man cum
You niggas softer then Rosanne’s son
Y-y-you cannot reach me on my Samsung I’m busy fucking the world and givin’ the universe my damn tongue
Crazy muthafucka, I am one, b-but the crazy thing is I began one
A-all white bricks I’m straight like it’s jumpin’ back to thirty-six nigga
Big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms, I can shit all day, nigga And we don’t want no problems
Okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, Big Kane on the beat, I fuck around
And leave a nigga’s brains on the street, ooh 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 Maine 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 Maine keep shittin’ on me
Why that boy keep buyin’ jewelry? East Atlanta cockin’ hammers
Bandannas 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 hit you 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 never breathe again
Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again
Gucci Yeah, th-the money is the motive
Fuck with the money, it get ugly as coyote
Okay, 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 wit a model broad, she don’t even eat rice
Uh, but would you believe that she dykes
And she asked me for a picture, 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
T-try me, and I’ll have your people readin’ eulogies I swear you can’t fuck wit 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 A-a-and we don’t want no problems
O-okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, Big Kane on the beat, I f-fuck around
And leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh 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 don’t you spit
Uh, 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 yo’ girlfriend to wobble on
Weezy And we don’t want no problems
Okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, Big Kane on the beat, I-I fuck around
And leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh Now pop that pussy, I-I bring her to my bedroom
And pop that pussy, uh huh, and we be steady mobbin’
Oh, Kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby A-and we don’t want no problems
Okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, Big Kane on the beat, I f-fuck around
And leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh 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 Related Lyrics 
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| New Shit – Young Money Posted: 16 Jan 2010 01:11 AM PST [Gudda]
Ughn
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 [Wayne]
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 [Jae]
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 [Wayne]
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 [Mack Maine]
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! [Wayne]
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 Related Lyrics 
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| Pass The Dutch – Young Money Posted: 16 Jan 2010 01:10 AM PST [Lil Wayne]
Too many women, and not enough time
Im a cool cat, but im on life nine.
Pimping aint 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 a 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 im 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 sh-t will get uglier than an iguana
this is only a reminder it's Young Money don't forget it
and im Weezy F baby you might find it on a titty
would you . . . [Chorus - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man'
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man'
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man [Verse - Short Dawg]
Chilling with my possi
Bout to calls some ladies over
Tell em this is YME so when you come you cant 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
Im the freshest n-ggas seen
Whippin in my jeans
Shoot ya lights out im like bredick with the beam
Life a game of chess, and im headed for your queen Now my stomach and my thighs
Wat a head is in between (ew)
And she wetter than a stream, I drink medicine to lean
Keep a cup in my hand like im begging for some cheese I fall off in the party
Yeah im kinda tardy but if I hated (?) 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 imma 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 - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man'
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man'
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man [Gudda Gudda]
Okay tool on deck (deck)
Im new born fresh (fresh)
I knock your friends down (down)
And you going next (ha) Young money fly
N-gga all the bitches after me
Murder in the bed and you gonna be my next casualty
Automatic stick, but I give it to her manually
Im giving dick all year round and you can get it annually Styrofoam feel
With a strawberry (?)
Leaning ima need a kick stand to stay on my feet
Get out ma bidness like I kicked ya out my office
I aint worried about the price, im more concerned with offer Fresh to death like I got dressed in the coffin
With a party in my pocket
Blue and red dolphins
Im high as a motherf-cker
Let me do my thing bitch im doing me
And your girl doing the same sh-t Im in the car getting head
As I lane switch, Do-Double G I do my thang bitch [Chorus - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man'
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man'
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man [Drake]
Uhh, Ok I told you catch up
Did you make a mill yet?
I cant predict how many of em I can still get
October own that's such a f-ckin real set
No tatts but the ink of my money still wet. Life is such a beach, its sandy all around me
I came here with young money man, that's family all around me
Im in my living room and I got Grammys all around me
And famous bitches doing 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 im 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 - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man'
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man'
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man Related Lyrics 
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