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Young money Syrup in a big shot Time tah do da thing dats word to ya wrist watch Shoot da glock til it burn til my wrist lock Rims sellin big time skinny like chris rock Hold da gun sideways like oh dog Shoot a nigguh in his face knock his nose off Make da girl say my name like roll call Pain killers got da nigguh bout tah dose off Big shit nigguh talk big shit nigguh Big bread bread like a picnic nigguh Shake da whole game like a hit stick nigguh Money spread like germs get sick nigguh Yeaa & fuck dem otha nigguhs one nine hunid who want it I'll deliver Concrete shoes won't help in da river I dnt care if you michael phelp my nigguh I'm higher den da muthafuckin alps my nigguh I'm flier den da muthafuckin stelp my nigguh Young money shit top shelf my nigguh We da muthafuckas like milf my nigguh Uhum flow like saringes Yea I'm in my mode gotta cold like daminches I was in da trenches now I'm in da trunk And everybody watch ya back when yur in da front You ain't neva safe stop playin with a gansta Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanka SongtexteBend a girl ova put ha hands on ha ankles I'm all ova dis ice cream beat like sprinkles Why thank you if yous a hatah I'm eatin yous a waita Pistol on my hip tomb raider Holla at ya gualla soon lata Young tune nigguh Typhoon nigguh And if you think it's sweet buy a room nigguh Thy move nigguh I'm on my gang shit She give me good brain like she studied at camebridge Lightin up a muthafuckin blunt Stupid fruity swagg like a muthafuckin runt And I be with my dog Like a muthafuckin huntin everyday of da week it's da first of da month Start em up again with da diamonds in ha face Can't tell time cause da diamonds in ha face We can get it poppin like a semi-automatic And if you got beef I'll put da biscuit on a patty Rockstar tatted big money addict Runnin dis shit now I'm feelin athletic I'm on a boat bitch gettin sea sick Stop playin I'm fresher den a degree stick Street shit well of course I smoke mad weed I'm on my high horse Please dnt shoot me down I land feet flat Then walk a million miles with new orleans on my back I need a massage When it cum to hoes man I gotta collage Finguh on da button nigguh jus stuntin If you ain't da bank teller dnt tell me nuthn Kush so strong you can smell me cumin Bitch I go hard like da boy from 300 Ya think ya'll kickin Well boy we puntin Young money baby we da shit weak stomaches No ceilings Aus Songtexte Mania