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Six foot seven foot eight foot bunch Six foot seven foot eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma vodka with a spritzer swagger down pat call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner you dont want start Weezy cause the F is for Finisher so misunderstood but whats a World without enigma two bitches at the same time synchronized swimmers got the girl twisted cause she open when you twist her never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her life is the bitch and death is her sister sleep is the cousin what a fuckin family picture you know father time we all know mother nature its all in the family but I am of no relation no matter whos buying Im a celebration black and white diamonds fuck segregation fuck that shit my money up you niggas just Honey Nut Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner ups I dont feel I done enough so Im a keep on doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish Six foot seven foot eight foot bunch Six foot seven foot eight foot bunch Im going back in okay I lost my mind its somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you dont understand me had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy but hoes gon be hoes so I couldnt blame Tammy just talked to moms told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up call it self defense swear man I be seeing through these niggas like sequins niggas think they He Men pow pow the end talking to myself because I am my own consultant married to the money fuck the world thats adultery you full of shit you close your mouth and let yo ass talk young Money eating all you haters do is add salt stop playing bitch I got this game on deadbolt mind so sharp I fuck around and cut my head off real nigga all day and tomorrow but these muthafuckas talking crazy like they jaw broke glass half empty half full Ill spill ya try me and run into a wall outfielder You know Ima ball til they turn off the field lights the fruits of my labor I enjoy em while they still ripe bitch stop playing I do it like a king do if these niggas animals then Ima have a mink soon tell em bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth but I guess thats a foreign language to yall and I call it like I see it and my glasses on but most of yall dont get the picture less the flash is on satisfied with nothing you dont know the half of it Young Money Cash Money paper chasing tell that paper Look Im right behind ya bitch real Gs move in silence like lasagna people say Im borderline crazy sorta kinda woman of my dreams I dont sleep so I cant find her you niggas are gelatin peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate yeah with a swag you would kill for money too strong pockets on bodybuilder jumped in a wishing well now wish me well tell em kiss my ass call it kiss and tell Word to my mama Im out of my lima bean dont wanna see what that drama mean get some Dramamine llama scream hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen now all I want is hits bitch Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you niggas thats tryna front and see son of Gunz Son of Sam you niggas the son of me pause for this dumber speech I glow like Buddha disturb me and youll be all over the flow like Luda bitch I flow like scuba bitch Im bald like Cuba and I keep a killer ho she gon blow right through ya I be macking bout my stacking now I pack like a mover shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter niggas think they high as I I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold bitch but our actions is cooler Wayne these niggas out they mind I done told these fuck niggas so many times that I keep these bucks steady on my mind tuck these I fuck these on your mind pause to feed them on my grind did I get a little love keep throwing my sign in the middle hit em up piece on my side cause aint no peace on my side bitch Im a man I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to Im shooting when the funeral outside Im uptown thoroughbred a BX nigga ya heard Gunna |
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