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Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing that's word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o'dogg
Shoot a n-gga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Pain killers got a n-gga bout ta doze off
Big shit n-gga talk big sh-t n-gga
Big bread bread like a picnic n-gga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick n-gga
Money spread like germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And f-ck them other n-ggas,
1 9 hundred who want I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river
I don't care if you were Michael Phelps my n-gga
I'm higher than a mothaf-cka elps my n-gga
I'm flyer than a mothaf-cka stilt my n-gga
Young Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga
We the mothaf-ckas like Milf my n-gga

UhUhm, Flow like Syringes
Yea I'm in my mode got a cold like...
I wan in the trenches, now I'm in the trunk
And everybody watch your back, wen your in the front
You aint never safe stop playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles

Why thank yous, if you a hater
I'm eatin, yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom later
Young Tune n-gga, typhoon n-gga
And if you think your sweet n-gga, buy a room n-gga
Die or move n-gga, I'm on my gang sh-t,
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a mothaf-cking blunt,
Stupid fruity swag like a mothaf-cka runt
And I be with my dog like a mothaf-cking huntin
Everyday of the week is the first day of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time cause the diamonds in the face

We can get it poppin like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict
Running this sh-t now I'm feelin athletic
I I'm on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin I'm fresher then a degree stick
Street sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high horse, please don't shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I need a massage,
And when it comes to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, n-gga just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller don't tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
B-tch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it, well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings... Mothaf-cka



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