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Ow Uh Huh Young Mula Baby
She say he so sweet make her wanna lick the wrapper So i letta lick the rapper Shawty say i lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo look like a lollipop She say i lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo look like a lollipop Shawty say lo lo lo lo lo look like a lollipop She say I like a lollipop Shawty wanna thug bottles in the club shawty wanna hump and ooo i like to touch ya lovely lady lumps Shawty wanna thug bottles in the club shawty wanna hump and ooo i like to touch ya lovely lady lumps Okay lil mama had a swag like mine even wear her hair down her back like mine i make her feel right when its wrong like lyin Man she ain never had a love like mine n′ man i aint never seen a ass like hers and that pussy in my mouth had me at a loss fo words told her to back it up like erp erp and make that ass jump like shczerp shczerp and thats when she said i lo lo look like a lollipop oh yeah i like that she said i lo lo look like a lollipop oh yeah i like that she said i lo lo look like a lollipop oh yeah i like that shawty i lo lo lookin like a lollipop Shawty wanna thug bottles in the club shawty wanna hump and ooo i like to touch ya lovely lady lumps Shawty wanna thug bottles in the club shawty wanna hump and ooo i like to touch ya lovely lady lumps Shawty said the nigga that she with aint shit Shawty said the nigga that she with aint this Shawty said the nigga that she with cant hit And shawty ima hit it hit it like i cant miss And i cant do this and i dont do that shawty needa a refund needa bring that nigga back this trypa refund i tell her bring that ass back and she bring that ass back i like that Shawty wanna thug oh yeah i like that bottles in the club oh yeah i like that shawty wanna hump and ooo i like to touch ya lovely lady lumps Shawty say i lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo look like a lollipop She say i lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo look like a lollipop Shawty say lo lo lo lo lo lo look like a lollipop So i letta lick the rapper Shawty wanna thug bottles in the club shawty wanna hump ya lovely lady lumps Call me so i can make it juicy for ya call me so i can do it juicy for ya Call me so i can make it juicy for ya call me so i can do it juicy for ya Call me so i can make it juicy for ya call me so i can do it juicy for ya Call me so i can make it juicy for ya call me so i can do it juicy for ya Shawty wanna thug bottles in the club shawty wanna hump and ooo i like to touch ya lovely lady lumps Shawty wanna thug bottles in the club shawty wanna hump and ooo i like to touch ya lovely lady lumps So i letta lick the rapper |
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Bangladesh
Young Money Ya dig Yeah, Mac, I'm going in 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 almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfucka, coppa Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin' Tell the coppa's, ha-ha-ha-ha You can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em I go by them goon rules If you can't beat 'em, then you prop '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 Motherfucka, I'm ill...yeah A million here, a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair and coke in her derriere Like smokin' the thinnest 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 motherfuckin' problem Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin' On some faggot bullshit, call 'em Dennis 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 And she ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch Ha-ha, 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 got shit Motherfucka, I'm ill, not sick And I'm okay, but my watch sick Yeah, my drop sick, yeah, my Glock sick And my knot dick I'm ill Motherfucka, I'm ill...yeah, see They say I'm rappin' like Big, Jay, and Tupac Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that? Who that say they gonna beat Lil Wayne? My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man Who that wanna do that, boy? Ya knew that true the swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like you to pay me by the hour, ha-ha And I'd rather be pushin' flowers Than to be in the pen sharin' showers Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told every girl was sour Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy, I got so many bitches like Mike Lowry Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucka, I say life ain't shit without me Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin' I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it Bitch, I can 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 but they hear me, they don't feel me but they fear me I'm illy C3, 3P |
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