[La the Darkman] Yeahhh... L.A.D. I'm all about that cheese, swiss, mozerella Monster, Kobe, American or cheddar When it come to robbery Nobody do it better Notorious L.A.D. Fresh Coogi sweater The cleanest Lyrics is the meanest Understand my english Nigga, I'm a Genious Ice like a snow cone Writin in my iPhone Went from sellin' crack To sellin' ringtones Straight out the projects To million dollar homes Inside the Carter Cookin' 36 zones 36 O's and I break them all down In and out of every trap all through the A-town The Embassy A.M.G. Young Money merger I'm a Young Champ Like Ben Roethlisberger S.S. Chevy with the big block engine Rims and paint cost me a whole pension
[Jae Millz] I don't need nothing but my niggas And enough weed to go around A ten ounce some grams and loaded pound Fuck what another nigga think of me I'm thinkin' multi-millions He thinkin' G's Nigga please Get your mind right Fuck tryna be fresh Get your grind right Cuz I'm Like So in another league I throw my pitches at different degrees And I Wwril my pigskins at different speeds And I hit threes Cuz at different times I release My shot cold Nigga, I'm Hot Don't be tight cuz you not Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath I'm the good, I'm the bad I'm the devil, I'm Jesus Its Young Money Bitch! The game needs us Gudda Gudda, What it is nigga Kid-Kid Chi, Get it how you live nigga My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealer ship And Weezy just ripped the drop phantom so they feelin' sick Diamond rings, Diamond chains Royal Suites, Private planes Palm trees, Big change I can't complain I made a promise to myself That I'll never be have-not Nigga Fuck being broke Shit Before that day come I'll A.K. stamp ya When there's beef I'm in the centre like Tyson Chandler Fuck what you heard In the booth I goes off Like the lights if you ain't payin Its the third And you already two months late with the bill Clown nigga you's a lame Bitch Nigga I'm Millz! Young Mullah
[Gudda-Gudda] If you didnt,now you know Its the million dollar nigga With the million dollar flow Icicle chain Got a million dollar glow Quarter mill for the gang If you tryna book a show Templates on the bentley Ridin' through the checks Got a pocket full of money Nigga, Hand on my tec I'm demandin' respect I'm a man to respect Disrespect your man Put my hand round his neck Its no other than Gudda Gudda man Still bout my money Nigga, Fuck another man I'm on the paper chase All about the hustle man I be climbin' through your window Like I'm fucking Broadmnan Look I'm Shady Aftermath Put your head in a scope A Bank roll with the bucks Is what these young niggas killin' for The game dirty On the streets tryna deal Yayo Fifty clips at his hat Leave a peeled potatoe
[Lil Wayne] I call my nina bay like San Diego Get me twisted I'm a turn into a tornado And all my riders ridin' like a winabago You stay But I'm a let that A.K. go Rawer than a qualo Shoot you like Halo Give ya ass a halo These bitches walk around actin like they J.lo Man, I remember when these bitches was just hey hoe Hey hoe, how you doing? Me? I'm doing every fuckin thang Smokin them dikes I'm on that Mary fucking Jane This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil Wayne And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil Wayne Haha And bitch I'm greedy but if I keep eatin you rappers I'll get sugars diabities Sweetie I'm a different species I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces What the fuck do I be thinkin? Kill, Kill, Murder And Benjamin Franklin Your girlfriend is into them gangstas And me being a gangsta I get into your girlfriend I stay still when the world spins And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman You heard me You heard him Him being me And we are better than All y'all bitches, Niggas, Hoes Enemies, Foes Threes, Twos, Ones But these dudes won Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
