Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me I played the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Yeah, word to my mama, I'm out of my lima beanĭon't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep, so I can't find her People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda Uh, paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"īitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna Satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'allĪnd I call it like I see it, and my glasses onīut most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripeīitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head offīut these mu'fuckers talking crazy like they jaw broke Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
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You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end Swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammyīut hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (yeah) I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups No matter who's buying, I'm a celebrationīlack and white diamonds, fuck segregationįuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut It's all in the family, but I am of no relation You know Father Time, we all know Mother Nature Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma? You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
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