Lyrics:
(no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)
Mmm, Young Money
Shi
Let me talk to em one time bro
Migh need to take a seat for this one
Hanji
He young and broken, but hide his emotion
Father passed away but
why'know?
I'm a P-F-L, sworn to the P.I.
[Verse One]
I spent so many days with you, so many nights
It's nice, I wanted you to be my only wife
We didn't
under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
BY MONEY McN:
MEMORcBLE LINES: (1) “Tears Drop, when you walk, through your block; (2) You have a decision, you can run and drop, where your man got
Saran-ie
I pack it like fanny
I make sure it’s shippin’
I track it in transit
Wife beater dreads hanging
Tattoos white girl 2 seater
Music loud blowing Loud
read what it says, look at the picture Bet
It says Chinese girl, age 17, waist 24, hips 33,
Hmmm, this one here says young black virgin
Man this is
I don't got no hoes no more, I'ma show you
When she make me go down low hear my vocals
She just think I'm talking
I can tell by her discussion
She
He could hunt, he could fish, build a deck, drive a boat
He was at home on land or on water.
He's survived by his wife, his father, two sisters
bout to go [Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
God I'm 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
teach you that you're black, male, African and Egyptian
Learn your heritage, teach your lineage
Treat the people well, take the money from the innocent
to fill up a truck dad
Treat your money like it's under your nose
You must stash enough cash for a rainy day
The forecast says
That it's partially cloudy
My
your money, bust out your wife
Make you dance to my beat all your life
Cause when I get in my stuff and I start to rhyme
The sucker MC's hide every
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
Their own rule
So replied, Dear Wife
I leave it all to you
To choose
And with that
He saw
Her change
Into a
Lovely
Young maiden
And she sighed
[Chorus]
Y'a'll ain't makin' no money, y'all ain't makin' no money
Y'all ain't really doin' nothin', y'all ain't thuggin', y'all stuntin'
Y'all ain't
[Intro:]
Straight out of QB niggas
This is nas, lo
With my braveheart niggas
Jungle, wiz and horse
fuckin with these cash money millionaires
so what
pipes to ukulele
It sounds so good you can't sit down
We're dancing at the Céili
All the boys we love so well
So handsome, young and charming
Young fly flashy never let money past me
Im in a grey big body knocking fab and raspy
Hustle game stepped up I ain't playing the ave now
A long way from
pretty young mouth
But that was a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay
before the storm
Take seat if you under twenty-one
You young make a plan for what you want
Never gotta floss
Watch you'll be rolling like a boss
Flocka!
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm a hater, nigga fuck your money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck your
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