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Young nigga from the city of the wind tho
Woke up, I was looking out the window
Thinking bout how imma get me all these M's tho
Turn
Yah
Kuvie
Aha
The Untouchable
(Now! Ha!)
(Untouchable Music)
I wanna marry you (say I do)
'Want you to be my wife (say I do)
If you feel
Yah
Kuvie
Aha
The Untouchable
(Now! Ha!)
(Untouchable Music)
I wanna marry you (say I do)
Want you to be my wife (say I do) If you
feel
Let's go (Hov')
Uh-huh, Hov'
You are not ready (Hov')
Unstoppable (Dynasty)
Young Hova
I'm a hustler baby (Hov', I'm a hustler)
I just want
Let's go (Hov')
Uh-huh, Hov'
You are not ready (Hov')
Unstoppable (Dynasty)
Young Hova
I'm a hustler baby (Hov', I'm a hustler)
I just want
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
did you call here by choice
The mistress backtracks and hangs up the phone
She didn’t dial, with the aim to cause disruption at home
Juno’s wife falls
all the paper from my
Wife and my children hold my mama shit
My grandmamma and daddy too
Now tell me what the FUCK
Was I supposed to do?
No money on my
bring me my money
(Maybe I don't get no pay) Tell him, now
Send me my check on by here today, forward
(But I'm not going to work today) yeah!
I need my
together
Shot dice in the bathroom
Ya want trouble?
Well trouble ya found
Cause we diss ya, then issue
The critical beat down
He needed money
I would always
in they house right now ain't no second guessing
Then kick in the kitchen and ruin the whole family breakfast
Snatch you by ya ponytail and throw you
still will tell them get up with me
Money-Making Bitch Takin', we them young, dumb, niggas from the city
I'm one of one,
No nigga fuckin' with me
Told
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
to question how imma survive oh God
Too young to be the one to provide
For daddy and mum sis future kids and wife
A brother too young to play around with
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And he always lives pleasant and charmin'
young Billy down.
Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien
For comin' 'cross the border with a baby and a wife
Though the clothes upon his back were
Took her to eat now she giving it up
I need me like different whips I pick and I choose
A young nigga switching it up
Ima stick by my words ain't
off that they can
Tell you anything and I'm -
I never been stupid
So especially with a whole big
Lump sum of money? I
Gotta keep by on that so I just
a country boy
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
When the sun's comin' up, I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
to this one, yeah
Yeah, stop playing, we so here, man
Hats low, money high, we high too
Fuck bitches, it's Young Money
a whisper to melt and integrate
Young, very young, teeny
Bopping revolt on weekend young dig
By proxy what a mental ass kicking
They receive through
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
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