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F*** Da Bulls*** - Young Money
Yeah
Cut it up gimme a light

Yeah and by the way niggs
It's Young Mula first lady

Uh yo yo
Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen

Balenciaga's is all these things I be steppin' in
Gucci bathing suits only thing I'm dressin' in
Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got them writing love letters in they journal
Keep 'em on these toes
Like a midget at the urinal

B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad she a sad little wannabe

Yeah f**k the b******t
It's big money poppin'

Young Mula

Yeah

Just like that
What up young niggs
Let's go Gudda brrat
Okay we runnin' this sh*t
When we walk in the building
Got bcithes from wall to wall
Hoes hangin' from the ceiling
Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em
I promise I'll make a million
And if they didn't have no hands
I'll bet them bcithes go feel 'em
I'm talkin' money and power
You gettin' money I doubt it
Fresher than baby powder
With your bcith in the shower
That I'm a devour
I beat it up till it's sour
No need for you to even trip
Bcith I'll be done in a hour
Let's go

Yeah
That's more like it
Junior
They say the blacker the berry
The redder the cherry
I say sweeter it is ya dig buried
Then the b******t varies and it got me weary
But I know two of the same
Call it murdered and married
Hustlin' is so necessary with no adversaries
But ain't no love
Like a calendar with no February's
I'm a need four secretary
And four bloody Mary's
I'm a go eat me some
And choke up the cherry
I'm gone
Yeah
Fully loaded with it to the ceiling with it
More money than you ever seen niggs

Aight Drizzy Drake
Look
Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon
Young angel if ya hate me
Tell me burn in heaven
How'd you sleep on me
The highest earning freshmen
Like ya third infection
I hope ya learned ya lesson
Yeah
I spit raw but I prefer protection
I own her heart and her mind
And the shirt she slept in
Bcith I got the answer
And still ain't heard the question
I shut ya club down
Please reserve my section
F**k a confrontation there ain't no cakin' it
And I'm cakin' bcith
So tell me why I take a break from it
The mother of your child always
Tell you I'm her favorite
She call me her baby
Not the one she was in labor with
She say 'oh you taste good'
I say 'oh just savor it'
She know that she love a niggs
I be on that major sh*t
Cause I get paid to stand
And I get paid to sit
So I don't walk around with money
Baby girl I'm made of it