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catch a bullet in your chest i’m paying… bitch
ok, i’m walking with the bomb, cause i’m the man
whores on my stick, yeah i play ‘em like the banjo
damn, you i’ll be going hard to fuck your…
chopper wood.. i’ll be marching like the..
i’m painting, hearing all targets you’re receiving…
the bullets that i’m.. make sure you delete ‘em
on a mission, with great precision
murder all my victims, got a scope o the pistol
make sure he ain’t never missing
i get to the money, and ain’t damn funny
raining outside but the… looks funny
the steam in the game…
these nigger can’t take that from me!
i walk in the club, take your queen, while you’ll be making up money
may believe, the shit she’s telling you is made believe
will she be leaving you, she…

chorus: (x2)
i’m payton manning with great precision
you gonna need a little more than stitches
i’m just hoping it ain’t no witness
shoot you when you can’t defend it
nobody will tell who did it!
now bring the hood back in it!

niggers wanna beat the gang, can’t handle them
man, i’m riding up in the middle like…
just like to spend the group together like on the track
nigger spend the group together, nigger on your back!
you pussy ass nigger, i got no time
fuck ass niggers must… your mind
say that shit nigger one more time,
i’mma pull….bitchy ass online!
uh, we’re grinding like i never did
fuck ‘em real bitches you never will
i don’t give a fuck, nigger how you feel?
real! bitch nigger, what you really wanna do?
got a forty five up in my ass
please bitch, don’t make me shoot
what they do, yeah!
yeah nigger know we’re out here
got your baby momma taking off your underwear
chill! you a bitch cause you ain’t gonna ride
see a bitch nigger, in your yard
better keep it here nigger by your side

chorus: (x2)
i’m payton manning with great precision
you gonna need a little more than stitches
i’m just hoping it ain’t no witness
shoot you when you can’t defend it
nobody will tell who did it!
now bring the hood back in it!

catch, catch a bullet, then you go catch a bullet
catch, catch a bullet, then you go catch a bullet
i’m payton manning with great precision
now bring the hood back in it!
catch a bullet through your chest
i’m payton manning, bitch!

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[intro - lil wayne]
yeah, it's on
basically..
i got the streets and the boot with me
dedication trois

[verse 1 - lil wayne]
now let me talk my shit!
fresh up out the water like a
caught fly fish, weezy f bitch
i can say what i please
swagger so cold it stay when i leave
i see you little doggs just shaking out
fleas. i kill doggs like i'm making
chinese food, rude only when i gotta be
sometimes i gotta tell myself not to bother me
"tell lil wayne not to bother weez!"
shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead..
shit, i go on, ice on a white t
i make a snow angel
y'all niggas squares, but got no angle
my shit's so tight you can get strangled
it's young money: no such thing as plain clothes
polo jammers, louis slippers: call em "private plane clothes"
i'm taking off: going to another land
call home: missus never going to another man
shawty knows weezy, muthafucka, i'm a lover man
yeah talk that shit tune! i gotta wipe my diamond
grill with a tissue.. i talk too much shit
i eat pussy; you suck dick

[kidd kidd]
they call me "lil nut" but my nuts aren't
the same. no homo, that's how i came in the
the game, i married mary jane, i seen the
spidermane, the shit that made pinky blow
out the brain brain. told lois lane
i can't be a super mane, my whole
? and i keep that iron, mane
any woman yellow flag me, throw me out
the game, i'm back at the halftime
like it's just an ankle sprain
ain't no one could do it better
more hits than eddie guerrerra
the flow like ? at the competitors
it's mass hysteria. historic in
your area, 51 alien, what planet is he from
huh? ain't no fun when the rabbit got the shotgun
picture buzz with the shotgun ?
all my thugs get dirty like we running
in the mud, we 7:30 livewires
plug off the chain, utterly untame
put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
hard to come out, like a love-stain
i came from nothing, fucking calling hoes
and flying planes; who the fuck could complain?

[gudda gudda]
so you mad cause i'm styling on you?
lights off, mask on, creepy siding on you
get violent on you, you a sissy like cisco
gudda: i'm the east gang schizo
it's no coincidence, man, i bet your bitch know
how i knock her down with the kosher dill pickle
how i yell a nigga but my heart ?
bitches aiming for the pockets? you get nothing
let me get back in it, bitch
i just go ahead first, you be on that timid shit
get head first, then i be on my jimmy shit
shitting on bitches with that chris brown
"don't give me shit!" niggas in the streets say
"kill them all!" bitch, you know we got guns
like the pentagon. i'm just eating nigga
i'm getting my dinner on
and your bitch licking: getting her lizard on

[mack maine]
talk reckless, i don't give a muthafuck
i make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck
come for you and your kids like nigga what
niggas with elephantitis ain't got bigger nuts
young money nigga: big dicks, big trucks
i'mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us
go to court: the case get dissmussed
cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us
it's mack maine: ain't shit to discuss
i get up in a bitch throat like hiccups
i chris kringle bullets with niggas like christmas
then turn to their female dog like "bitch, what?"
my niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
my dick big: that's why i walk like i got tendonitis
i spit nasty on the mic like i got gingivitis
the doc said i got a case of real nigganitis
he ain't got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
see, i'm a warrior. they compare me to leonidus
i got a set fee: i ain't about discussing prices
cause i ain't tryna go broke like hammer or mike tyson
wish you could see my face now
feel like i'm ?
see me in streets, be street fighting like
blanka or bison. slicing, dicing
like w butcher knifeing. wifing
bitches? never, that shit is trifling
young money the fucking nicest
put words together like a fucking hypen
nigga don't make us start fucking rifling
nigga we got a lot of rappers striking
standing by the harvest for fruit
waiting for the fruit to ripen
we run up on niggas and jack the for their stipend
catch me in minnesota like i'm a viking
i'm with every video vixen you liking
i'm the reason your bitch dyking
how i get like this?
i pop a nigga, break something like midas
i try to be modest, nigga i'm honest
and this is what i did for my birthday bitch
i ain't get no pussy tho..

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[Gudda Gudda]
I gets it in all day
In the studio all work, no play
I could pay a visit to your block broad day
F-ck what ya’ll say I spit raw hard yay
Millz twisting up the sticky not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac truck
Sluts with us, fake tits and they asses fat
Gudda aint ya average cat, I’m something like a savage gat
Came up in the jungle and adjusted to this habitat
I’m sick of niggas garbage raps
I aint bout to battle rap
Grab the gat, hit em in his chest make a cabbage patch
I’m after that chedder cheese nigga
Where the cabbage at?
Gudda Gudda muthaf-cker there’ll be nothin’ after that
I’m bout to go HAM on this muthaf-cking track
In fact I’m better than a lot of niggas better get yo raps intact
See me on that big screen and think shits sweet
Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak
Uhh, take heed and listen when a real nigga speak
Or slide down a razor blade up shits creek, nigga

[Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit
Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]
Hello World it’s Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit sleep
It’s Young Money

(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We take money
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We make money
Biatch

[Lil Wayne]
I’m talking big money bitch
Hammer stay cocked like Alfred the Hitch
Take money like a pimp make money like a mint?
Gettin money is the only time life make sense
People like me, but people like spiders
And spiders eat flies and you know what flies eat
And kids are the only ones that really blush
I’m real as f-ck
I pull that thing and hit em up
That bullet travel hit a gut
Then hit ya fitted up
Hit ya whole city up
Hit ya while ya laying down
Shots leave ya sittin up
Run in the bathroom on ya girl and get a titty f-ck
Right after I buss a nut I buss the gun get rid of her
Ya bunch of pussy’s having a pity party
My guns look like they in kindergarten
I’m the dirtiest seed in any garden
Got more stripes on my sleeve than any sergeant
The paralysed feel me, the blind see me
And the deaf can hear me
And the smart fear me
Wh-which side you on?
Hi-highway to heaven, I would drive you home
Uhh

[Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit
Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]
Hello World it’s Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit sleephttp://www.elyricsworld.com/it's_young_money_lyrics_lil_wayne.html
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We take money
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We make money
Biatch

[Lil Wayne]
Eagle street where them twenty’s go for 25
Bitch I’m a boss I got ya hoe in my assembly line
Here’s Weezy F and the F is for Finish line
I saved us from hip hop genocide
Medication in my cup because my flow sick
Got a syringe in my draws, call it dope dick
And my girls say you niggas can’t f-ck with me
Check my footsteps look like there was couple me’s
We aint promised tomorrow but I feel immortal
Bullets beat yo ass up like Miguel Cotto
I’m the real Zorro, Rest in peace Torro
And when I die, bury me in all Polo
Kanyeezy’s on my feet with two pony tails
Bitch I’m hotter than going to hell
Oh well and the money is my only mail
And I’m the God sippin’ syrup out the Holy Grail
Oh well
And you aint on shit, nigga you aint on shit
Its Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song bitch
I’m in that cherry tone six
I’m with a cherry tone bitch
And she got very strong lips
She got baritone lips so I tell her carry on bitch
And when you in my home bitch
You are coming out of your house of Dereon shit
Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list
I’m spittin like a long kiss
Live from the throne bitch

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit
Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]
Hello World it’s Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit sleep
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We take money
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We make money
Biatch


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[lil wayne - verse 1]
man, i aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
i keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
i don’t love them hoes, f-ck that p-ssy till its aching
pass a bitch like troy aikman
man, gangsta’s don’t die, gangsta’s go to vegas
we don’t need no navigation, we go where the money takes us
muthaf-cking fools, like the first of f-cking april
i aint never been a p-ssy, have you ever been in p-ssy
thats so muthaf-cking good, feel like a treasure in a p-ssy
i’m a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy
spill the champagne on them p-ssies
yeah, same shit different rest room
stop playing, i turn ya chest into a flesh wound
ha, you would never guess who in my guest room
now they saying “just me tune!”

[hook]
tunechi, that what they call me man
bitch dog muthaf-cker, you’s a pomeranian
they say f-ck me, then karma came
and since my case, i got my guns in my momma name

and since my case, i got my guns in my momma name
in my momma name…guns in my momma name
and since my case, i got my guns in my momma name

[lil wayne - verse 2]
i’m smoked out, i’m by myself
bithc, i’m a king no matter how the cards are dealt
it’s young money or it’s take money
long hair don’t care, call me jake sully
pay me or pay for me
i tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me
momma pray for me
goons spray for me
i have em bring me your head on a tray for me
cut the brain raw, p-ssy ass n-gga i’m at your chest like a training bra
tune talk that shit that rip straight through the kevlar
pull a bitch over, dump his ass in a reservour
real n-gga repertoire
add five or six blunts to the head, it helps
reportin’ live from the top of the food chain
we eatin man, now what my name?
tunchi, yep! that what they call me man

[hook]

[gudda gudda]
gudda gudda, double g, it’s all the same
the game aint never been the same since the carter came
and i stay high bitch, fly like the largest plane
you captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
duck tap eon the handle of my pistol n-gga
and i don’t spit no more i drool like a retarded man
shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
dont you hold a grudge cause your bitch chose me, i’m sorry man
young n-gga with old school, game like an atari man
thats your ho callin’ man
i’m gudda gudda bitch, thats what they call me man

[hook]

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[Lil wayne - chorus]
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus i got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don’t see
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, plus i got it all bitch tell me what you don’t see
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus i got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don’t see.

I got 25 lighters on my dresser
Got the girl and the girl to undress her
My guitar strap is leather
My life is better than ever

I got women all up in my condo
And my drug dealer comes pronto
Got a registered pistol in the console
So, so, don’t try me now
Don’t try me now

[gudda gudda]
Yeah just ridin’ feelin’ lovely
You can hate but your girlfriend love me
Yeah i’m too g like a gucci belt
Hot gudda baby i can make your coochie melt
I keep your lady wet like she took a dip
And if oyu looking for her, you can follow the drip
I’m slick like rick, the ladies pullin my wrist
I just walk in the spot and out with my pick
I’m gone like a trip with a nice thick redbone
On the phone gettin’ head call it headphone
Pimpin all over like ludacris
These hoes love me, i’m wanted like a fugative

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[chorus]
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus i got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don’t see, yeah
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, plus i got another bitch as long as you don’t see
But you do not see, you must be blind, blind
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me

[mack maine]
What you need contacts
Tell me what you don’t see
What you can’t tell, i’m everything that he won’t be
Talkin’ bout your boyfriend, bitch you need a man friend
Even when you aint sittin down you can’t stand him
Dirty d-ck bandit, luxury car whipper
Crib on dolphin island, backyard full of flippers
This is my reality, your man just be dreaming
Wake up in the morning, bedsheets full of semen
I mean he’s wet dreaming, while me i really do it
Coulda, shoulda, woulda, babygirl you shoulda knew it
And f-ck the paparazzi, i will never kiss and tell
I’ll be the genie out the lamp or your wishing well
I’ll be your fishing pale and you can be my yacht buddy
Take you from a-z, i’ll connect the dots hunny
(?) Has got money, baby cause i got money
I like the b 50 50 what you got for me
It could be some bread, nah it aint gotta be cash
I’ll take a little head or i’ll take a lotta ass
I’ll take a friend or two, we can have a 3d weedy
I could toss you a gudda gudda or a lil weezy weezy
Or my n-gga peedy weedy or my n-gga teedy teedy
F-ck you on the hood of red strip and green lamborghini
Go head and take this x-pill
That there f-ck you up, probably have you walking round like
“damn, what the f-ck”
Lady in streets but in the sheets you such a slut
Smash you on the top bunk, tiger uppercut
And everyday we do brunch and everyday we do lunch
You do me, i do you
Baby we could us and i aint gotta say no more
I don’t talk too much
Thus far, i feel like i’ve been trying to sell a car
Is you buying,

Cause i aint go no time for a test drive
Do you wanna go with me to the final frontier

Young Money Brick Squad Video & Lyrics by Waka Flocka Flame Ft. Gudda Gudda
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[Verse 1 - Waka Flocka Flame]
I said my necklace - iced out
My left wrist - iced out
Waka flaka, best stay out my lane because im thugged out
Niggas gettin drugged out
You know what my clique bout
Hit em wit a bottle stomp his mutha fuckin lights out
Hands on deck make a nigga pull a tool out
Ballin this year i aint gon stop until i wild out
Wild out wild out gudda gudda wild out wild out
Wild out waka flaka wild out young money bricksquad young money

[Chorus]
Young money brick squad (2x)
Young money (3x)
Brick squad
Young money brick squad (2x)
Brick squad (4x)
(repeat)

[Verse 2 - Waka Flocka Flame]
Gudda waka flacka heyyy
For the cash ill wrap a nigga ass up
Run un up in his house jim carrey style masked up
We the new wu tang the new no limits
The new NWA whats up snoop n dre
Cant forget eazy e ice cubes on my neck
Fuzzy screamin waka waka bitch i got that check
I dont needa flex but i gotta ball
Money yao ming, yes its that tall
Yo im gudda gudda
Whatsup gudda gudda
I got rotten apple blood in my veins

[Chorus]
Young money brick squad (2x)
Young money (3x)
Brick squad
Young money brick squad (2x)
Brick squad (4x)
(repeat)

[Verse 3 - Gudda Gudda]
Young money nigga ima rep till the death
You can see the ym tatted on my neck
All my niggas wild choppas on deck
Stomp a nigga out demand i respect
Me n waka flacka got the hand on the tech
N its cash on delivery for handin my check
Nigga i dont talk much but when i do bitch pay me
Big money heavy weight you can ask baby
Birdman schooled me wayne told me do me
N stack big paper up no need for loose leaf
My rubberband stacks cant fold into knots
I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop
Im countin up the money till my hands get blisters
Told my bitch to come help me we can count it up quicka nigga
Real nigga music they talkin we do's it
Free my nigga weezy n free my nigga gucci
Young money

[Chorus]
Young money brick squad (2x)
Young money (3x)
Brick squad
Young money brick squad (2x)
Brick squad (4x)
(repeat)

Small Thing To A Giant Lyrics : Gudda Gudda
"Small Thing To A Giant" is a song recorded by Young Money rapper, Gudda Gudda featuring Lil Wayne off Gudda’s "Back 2 Guddaville" mixtape released sometime in April.
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[Gudda Gudda]
Im bout that drama,You f-cking with tha cannon n-gga
Got a gangsta grill yellow diamonds when I rambo n-gga
So dont cross we got ammo like Rambo n-gga
Lifes a gamble you craped out you bad gambling n-gga
N-gga moving fast gotta pump the brakes on em
They better pump em fast before I beat the brakes off em
My goons real hungry looking for a big break
And you’s a real phony looking like a big steak
So get your sh-t straight, Before I grab this big ape
Hit you in your left eye now you cant see sh-t straight
Ray Charles n-gga blind to the fact
While you was in your class, I was grinding and getting scratched
The knife grind you and you scratched
Now you crying like a bitch, You a bird got wings
Imma fly you with the pack,Uh
These little n-ggas got the nerves
These n-ggas under me
I put you under my wing, n-gga you’s a son to me

[Chorus - Gudda]
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, Guess What?, Streets off paper
And me, Im praying for probation
Like my ancestors prayed for segregation
Imma predator when I pray, I dont mean meditation
I mean vegetation, F-ck the Feds and f-ck the Federation
And every agent, Man I want an Asian, Sex her like a geisha
Get up in her stomach like Ignacio, Let me stop
Naa let me keep going,C4ing,We blowing
Up you better be detouring if we touring then she snoring cause he boring
Shorty need a refund bring it back
And when it comes to me she pre-ordering and reordering and reordering
And I be ballin and Im free falling and I sleep out of that p-ssy
And when she lyricsmusicvideo.blogspot.com calling I don’t answer
But she keep calling and keep calling
And we ballin like we ballin
As a matter of fact like street ballin
We evolving, They dissolving
Cincinatti Reds hat, Red black
Cops find your body but they dont know where your head at
Uh, Im goin in like wet p-ssy, No money, That sound like debt to me
Bitch I dont give a motherf-ck
Yea Im leanin, Bout to pour me up another cup
Yea Im high, Bout to roll me up another blunt
I rolled a Biggie Smalls…Heres another one
Im in love with Wayne, Long hair don’t care
Bitch call me Rick James, Hahaha
Weezy that n-gga, And dont forget da baby you f-cking babysitter

[Chorus - Weezy]
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
And this a small thing to a giant

[Gudda Gudda]
Im goin in like Im goin home
20 thousand on my wrist and my neck thats my rolling stone
Went from being broke to not a pot to piss in
Now I gotta pocket full of dead politicians
Stop n-gga listen
Cause Imma bout to rape the game down
No toilet paper on me while Im sh-tting
Fly boy hover over n-ggas like a flying saucer
YMOB, Dont make me call the bosses
YM gon eat and run like break-fast
Been running for too long its time to take cash
And Imma smoke the game cause no air kills
And for the money I eat beats up like bear grylls
Bitches love me when they stare I give them rare chills
But money is over her, She cant see in a pair of heels
Young n-gga bout to bleed the game
Throw a stack at dem hoes and tell em keep the change
Gasoline flow light the match, Watch it spark
Fire jumpin off my lips everytime I talk
Living legend in the flesh, Im the champ yes
Im serving n-ggas like my name is Pete Sampras
Get hyphy if you want and Imma shake them dreads
And go dumb with the tool upside your head
Who want it? You get em,I taunt em
Take all his money then I take a sh-t on him
Your whole click is phony, My little ponys
Gudda walk alone and sh-t my shadow is my army
Why I need a n-gga when I got my tool on me
My little buddy got bullets like the army
Military thoughts like I trained with Al-Qaida
Raid a n-ggas crib with a box cutter razor
Look, So bow down to the chief the the champ
Dictator in the streets n-gga signed and stamped
Gudda!

I Don't Like The Look Lyrics : Gudda Gudda
"I Don't Like The Look" is a song recorded by Young Money rapper Gudda Gudda featuring Lil Wayne off Gudda’s upcoming mixtape, "Back 2 Guddaville".
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Gudda Gudda Ft. Lil Wayne & Willy Wonka - I Don't Like The Look Video



Gudda Gudda Ft. Lil Wayne & Willy Wonka - I Don't Like The Look Lyrics and Video

[Gudda]
Ok Im sippin on the syrup
Got a n-gga moving slow
I’m all about the money
What the f-ck you think I do it for
B-tch don’t act like you don’t know
I’m killing all these rap n-ggas
Custom made caskets for you muthaf-cka funerals
Keep the women with me
Sh-t I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday like we won the f-cking Superbowl
Chillin wit my n-gga Mack, he keep b-tches handy
White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy
When I’m walking by the women say ” Who is that n-gga?”
I replied “Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n-gga”
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip on 24’s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
And yous a muthaf-ckin’ duck, Daffy Dill
I’m from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill
Pick the knife or gunner, you can get the package deal
I’m hot n-gga, burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
The streets say I’m King but the game will never crown me
Realist n-gga doin it just ask the n-ggas around me
So you cant size me up or try to clown uh
Shark in the water jump in and Imma drown ya
New Orleans n-gga, Gun out, Imma down ya
Put n-ggas to sleep like a muthaf-ckin’ downer
Imma Great White, yous a flounder
Fish and a b-tch I tuna eveything around ya
U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
It’s Young Money Bitch
At the top is where they found us

[Lil Wayne]
Uhh, Goons on deck
Marley don’t shoot em’
Silence on the gun
Watch a n-gga mute em’
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these n-ggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain’t playin’ wit cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
B-tch I’m still spittin like I ate a Jalapeño
I’m from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it’s all y’all fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
I ain’t worryin bout sh-t, Everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade’s house
Wit a high yellow thick b-tch wit her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a red house
Who the f-ck want it? Make my f-ckin’ day
I blow your candles out, now n-gga cut that cake
I gotta eat bitches, like a run-away
Y’all n-ggas ain’t eatin, stomach ache
Ok, all these b-tches, And n-ggas still hatin
I used to be ballin’, But now I’m Bill Gate’n
F-ckin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
I’m on the road to riches, there’s just a lil traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit
Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits
Dope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh