F*** Da Bulls*** (Album Version|Explicit)
Young Money"F*** Da Bulls*** (Album Version|Explicit)" เป็นเพลงของ Young Money, 2009, Pop ความยาว 2:37, 91 lines / 493 words
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0:00F*** Da Bulls*** - Young Money
0:01Yeah
0:01Cut it up gimme a light
0:03Yeah and by the way niggs
0:05It's Young Mula first lady
0:10Uh yo yo
0:12Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen
0:15Balenciaga's is all these things I be steppin' in
0:18Gucci bathing suits only thing I'm dressin' in
0:21Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
0:24Got them writing love letters in they journal
0:27Keep 'em on these toes
0:28Like a midget at the urinal
0:30B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
0:33She ain't bad she a sad little wannabe
0:36Yeah f**k the b******t
0:38It's big money poppin'
0:40Young Mula
0:41Yeah
0:42Just like that
0:44What up young niggs
0:45Let's go Gudda brrat
0:47Okay we runnin' this sh*t
0:49When we walk in the building
0:50Got bcithes from wall to wall
0:51Hoes hangin' from the ceiling
0:53Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em
0:55I promise I'll make a million
0:56And if they didn't have no hands
0:58I'll bet them bcithes go feel 'em
0:59I'm talkin' money and power
1:01You gettin' money I doubt it
1:02Fresher than baby powder
1:04With your bcith in the shower
1:05That I'm a devour
1:06I beat it up till it's sour
1:08No need for you to even trip
1:10Bcith I'll be done in a hour
1:11Let's go
1:12Yeah
1:13That's more like it
1:14Junior
1:14They say the blacker the berry
1:16The redder the cherry
1:17I say sweeter it is ya dig buried
1:20Then the b******t varies and it got me weary
1:23But I know two of the same
1:25Call it murdered and married
1:26Hustlin' is so necessary with no adversaries
1:29But ain't no love
1:30Like a calendar with no February's
1:32I'm a need four secretary
1:34And four bloody Mary's
1:35I'm a go eat me some
1:37And choke up the cherry
1:38I'm gone
1:39Yeah
1:39Fully loaded with it to the ceiling with it
1:42More money than you ever seen niggs
1:48Aight Drizzy Drake
1:50Look
1:51Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon
1:54Young angel if ya hate me
1:56Tell me burn in heaven
1:57How'd you sleep on me
1:58The highest earning freshmen
2:00Like ya third infection
2:01I hope ya learned ya lesson
2:03Yeah
2:04I spit raw but I prefer protection
2:06I own her heart and her mind
2:08And the shirt she slept in
2:09Bcith I got the answer
2:10And still ain't heard the question
2:12I shut ya club down
2:13Please reserve my section
2:15F**k a confrontation there ain't no cakin' it
2:18And I'm cakin' bcith
2:19So tell me why I take a break from it
2:21The mother of your child always
2:22Tell you I'm her favorite
2:24She call me her baby
2:25Not the one she was in labor with
2:27She say 'oh you taste good'
2:28I say 'oh just savor it'
2:30She know that she love a niggs
2:31I be on that major sh*t
2:33Cause I get paid to stand
2:34And I get paid to sit
2:36So I don't walk around with money
2:37Baby girl I'm made of it
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
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