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Young Money
Ya Dig A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career this isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet In my mind 'cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time 'cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin' Tell the coppers hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em You can't man 'em then you mop 'em, You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em, You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher!! Motherfucker I'm ill A million here, a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair With coke in the derriere Like smoking the thinest air I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me Like look at that bastard weezy He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfucking problem OK, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothing, nothing -- you ain't scarin' nothing On some faggot bullshit call him Denise Rodman Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah I ate a shy bitch She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to me bitch hahahaha, yeah, nigga that's my bitch So when she ask for the money, when you through don't be surprised bitch It ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't go shit Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick And I'm OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick and my knot thick IM It! Motherfucker I'm Ill! Yeah See.. They say I'm rapping like Big, Jay and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that? Who that say they're gonna beat Lil' Wayne My name ain't BIC, but I keep that flame man Who that one that do that boy? You all knew that True that swallow And I be the shit now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour Ha ha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the penn sharing showers Ha, Tony told us this world was ours and the Bible told us every girl was sour don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it's pouting I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch I could turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me Don't you compare me 'cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me, but they hear me They don't feel me, but they fear me. I'm illie C3 3P Hahahaha |
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