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  • Young Money, syrup in the big shot
    Time to do the thing thats 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 doggShoot a n-gga in his face knock his nose off
    Make the girls say my name like roll call
    Pain killers got a n-gga bout ta doze off
    Big **** 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 deliverConcrete shoes wont help in the river
    I dont care if you was
    Michael Phelps my n-gga
    Im higher than the mothaf-ckin
    Alps my n-gga
    Im flyer than the mothaf-ckin stealth my n-gga
    Young Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga
    We the mothaf-ckas like
    Milf my n-gga
    UhUhm, Flow like
    SyringesYea im in my mode got a code like
    Da VinciI was in the trenches, now im in the trump
    And everybody watch your back,when 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
    Im all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles
    Why thank you,if you a hater
    Im eatin, yous a waiter
    Pistol on my hip,
    Tomb Raider
    Holla at your gualla, sue em' later
    Young Tune n-gga, typhoon n-gga
    And if you think your sweet, buy a room n-gga
    Damo n-gga,
    Im on my gang sh-t,
    She give me good brain like she studied at
    CambridgeLightin up a mothaf-cking blunt,stupid fruity swag like a mothaf-ckin runt
    And I be with my dog like a mothaf-cka hunt
    Everyday of the week is the first of the month
    Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
    Cant 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
    Im feelin athletic
    I Im on a boat *****, gettin sea sick
    Stop playin
    Im fresher then a degree stick
    Street sh-t, well of course,
    I smoke mad ****
    Im on my high horse, please dont 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 come to hoes man
    I got a collage
    Finger on the button, n-gga just stuntin
    If you aint the bank teller dont 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
  • Young Money, syrup in the big shot
    Time to do the thing thats 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 doggShoot a n-gga in his face knock his nose off
    Make the girls say my name like roll call
    Pain killers got a n-gga bout ta doze off
    Big **** 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 deliverConcrete shoes wont help in the river
    I dont care if you was
    Michael Phelps my n-gga
    Im higher than the mothaf-ckin
    Alps my n-gga
    Im flyer than the mothaf-ckin stealth my n-gga
    Young Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga
    We the mothaf-ckas like
    Milf my n-gga
    UhUhm, Flow like
    SyringesYea im in my mode got a code like
    Da VinciI was in the trenches, now im in the trump
    And everybody watch your back,when 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
    Im all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles
    Why thank you,if you a hater
    Im eatin, yous a waiter
    Pistol on my hip,
    Tomb Raider
    Holla at your gualla, sue em' later
    Young Tune n-gga, typhoon n-gga
    And if you think your sweet, buy a room n-gga
    Damo n-gga,
    Im on my gang sh-t,
    She give me good brain like she studied at
    CambridgeLightin up a mothaf-cking blunt,stupid fruity swag like a mothaf-ckin runt
    And I be with my dog like a mothaf-cka hunt
    Everyday of the week is the first of the month
    Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
    Cant 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
    Im feelin athletic
    I Im on a boat *****, gettin sea sick
    Stop playin
    Im fresher then a degree stick
    Street sh-t, well of course,
    I smoke mad ****
    Im on my high horse, please dont 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 come to hoes man
    I got a collage
    Finger on the button, n-gga just stuntin
    If you aint the bank teller dont 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