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Young Money - Finale (Ft. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Tyga, Lil Chuckee, |
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Lil Twist, Nicki Minaj, Shanell, Mack Maine, Drake & Lil Wayne) |
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(Gudda Gudda) |
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They call me Young Gudda, |
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I'm all about the doe still, |
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And anybody in my way, Roadkill, |
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Evrything my hands touch turn to gold, |
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Money, Knots and Jewels with no records sold, (Yeah) |
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I'm Manhandling rappers with no effort, |
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So imagine what'll happen when I start applying pressure, |
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Guillotine flow who ready to get severed, |
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In or out the booth you could get leveled nigga |
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(Jae Millz) |
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Yo, We are Young Money, |
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Nigga you can't troch us, |
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It's bout to get real ugly, Amarosa, |
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YM vultures, they ain't a family doper, |
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We done changed the way the game look, Sammy Sosa, (Ha Ha) |
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This is like it ain't a Job, the Audomare and Shapor, |
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Just symoblise I go hard, |
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Navy on Navy camero I did all for the yankees, |
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Did it all for New York and this Love no need to thank me |
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(Tyga) |
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Uhh, Fast money I don't slow dance, |
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Young Money muthafucka till the world end, |
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Money over weight, Bits, Rosanne, |
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I don't listen to these kids, Grown man, |
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Skinny nigga dubbed up, Low hand, |
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Lindsey the white benz, same colour mike skin, |
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Make ya soul spin when the ping loading, |
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Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud |
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(Lil Chuckee) |
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Young money lil G, |
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Battle juice in my blood, |
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Jumpin out the ? man, |
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You better have ya bungee cord, |
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Since Wayne took me off the leash, |
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I ain't lose a fight yet, |
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Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that, |
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Yung wid a attitude, watch how ya talk to me, |
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Keep playin freddy boi, I'll leak on ya elm street, |
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Trouble is what you want dog, pain is what you don't get, |
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It's Young money till the bone grissle |
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(Lil Twist) |
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Young money good night, |
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And yeah Im gonna shine like an Ultra Violet light, |
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Lil twist cold cellar like its open tonight, |
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31'st nigga to write, You need a telescope sight, |
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To try to see me, I'm so far gone, |
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Even though I'm goin out kids, I'm so far on |
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I gotta house full of cheques like playboy home, |
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Wrapping up my lifestyle and I smashed this song |
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Twizzi |
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(Nicki Minaj) |
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I'm in that cotton pink bent, |
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Put mass on the guts, |
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Kunta kento on the clutch, |
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You at the bottom of the pole, Totem, |
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Like Lamar odom, I ball, scrotom, |
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Flyer than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jimany, |
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And Its going down like santa in the chimney, |
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You don't ball break ya baby back ribs, |
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You need more assist than the handicap kids |
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(Shanell) |
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Young money we rockstars, |
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So fuck wit ya magnum on, |
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And hold on we go long, |
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You feel that, We get that, |
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We in that, we run that, we respect, |
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We hit em when we see em coming back for more, |
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Back for more.. |
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(Mack Maine) |
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Michael wade family in the building you can't hold us, |
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Me, taz & wayne we the 3 new moguls, |
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Buffet around here ya'll boys scrape the plates, |
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And we dont eat up in our ? cuz we got paper plates, |
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Soon as we leave the club damn let the models go, |
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One word I forgot to say on his album, Hollygrove!, |
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This track different now they nod this the genesis, |
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Young money murderers, We killin shit |
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(Drake) |
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Alright I got this, you can never get this |
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I built it up from nuthin you would think im playin tetris, |
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Thousand dollar sweater on but I never sweat shit, |
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Swear the beats they give me got a muthafuckin death wish, |
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Yeah, tell me who controls kings, I don't follow rules, stupid old things, |
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Flying through the city in a coupe with those wings, |
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My team deserves some muthafuckin supabowl rings, Young Money |
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(Lil Wayne) |
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I'm so in this bitch, CEO in this bitch, |
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Lil Weezy stand tall, Tippytoe in this bitch |
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Blood gang muthafucka da da doe in this bitch, |
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Make ya girl get barry manalow in this bitch, |
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In the body of the world, money is the blood, |
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And everyday I be back and foward to the blood bank, |
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Uhh making deposits till I fucking faint, |
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New orleans, nigga how about no fuking saints, |
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Its tight on our end call that bubblefranks, |
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Matter fact its too tight add a couple links, |
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Im the barstender you a women drink, |
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Yeah its young money but the money aint, |
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Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty, |
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Streets bad, Tyga Ill, Drake magic, |
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Millz harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas, |
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And mack maine rap, sing and manage, |
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It's Young Mulah Baby.... |
