is only a reminder it's Young Money don't forget it and im Weezy F baby you might find it on a titty would you . . . [Chorus - Short Dawg] Pass me the dutch with
Shall I Continue Put The Gun To Ya Let It Sing You A Song I Let It Hum To Ya The Others One Sing Along Now It's A Duet? Nd You Wet, When You Check Out
My glock pop from blocks you can feel it G-G-G-G-G-G, It's the muthaf-ckin unit! My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it G-G-G-G-G...Its the muthaf-
I scream motherf-ck you and whoever design you and if you think you hot then obviously you are lied to and we dont die, we multiply and then we come divide you
fire, you niggas wood to me, We on nigga, let let them hoes know, Young Money lay 'em down like old folks, You comin' with it, we comin' for it, Plenty
'm worldwide known, I'm a boss in the zone I get it how I get it 'cause I can, I earn my spot You see the plan, I'm just fuckin' with my fans I turned
She get the voicemail service Tell it like it be, Bitch I do it for the bloods And every fuckin' time I say Zu Woo is for the bloods With you just like
in love with them all I got a crush on white diamonds and I got a thang for their tush That sour diesel my favorite, you betta watch how you look Quick to take ya 'lil
priceless My familia is so priceless nigga You understand me? Either you with us Or you ain't with us Either you in the huddle Or you out the huddle Either
go and tell them We in the hood, getting money, we swelling Bigger than life, you know it's the cheaper price Bigger the stripes, you know that we do it tonight We getting it
tummy is showin' but the hunger is growin' What part cha' don't understand, what you ain't know I'm like Kobe You *** can't check me go head Bowens And
know that i'ma come and i'ma run them off you know it ain't a secret bitch you fucking with a boss bring me a bottle it don't matter what it
the fact is, what you doing I did it lames trying to clone my style, run with it thats cool, I was the first one with it you deluded kim wannabe you
front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with You lil' brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie,
, yeah yeah, yeah (Let's go!) Up in the club with my homies Tryna get a lil' V-I, but keep it down on the low key 'Cause you know how it is I saw the
[Intro] Lil Wayne: yea Juelz Santana: uhh uhh uhh uhh Lil Wayne: yea Juelz Santana: I cant feel my face, yea, I make the sound so beautiful, u did Lil
who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you Get violent on you, you
claus N*ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you f**king up It