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Lil

Ha-ha!
Young.Moula
Ok, on my mind, fuck a nigga thoughts
He aint even thank, he aint even seen me with tha and tha shank
up to him with put tha pistol to his tank, pussy nigga faint.
Pick pussy up naw let him lay
Where im I see a fuckin dead body every day(x4)
Hammer in them draws in them draws
And yall aint but nails in a wall
Bolsters, Holsters, like a motha fucka
Off my hip clip empty like a fucka
Ha-ha ok, simply im a but its fly carter inducted to fly squader
Ok im a motha fucka pimpin aint dead because im pimpin like a motha fucka
Now where ya hoe at wipe ya feet on tha door mat ima bring the N-O back a nigga with no back
Ima go
The top gon get
Them hoes gon get cut a sword I kno it
Ye aint gotta tell me I smell it
Ya pussy niggas peanut butter and jealous
Youre Los like
But you can find me in a tan Ellis
like Van Halen ima rock out bitch
Ima wear that glock like a fuckin
I dont care what you know, you dont nothing bout this
And I hope your ass choke you suck on my dick. Weezy

Ok, Im up
Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight aint strapped up
And scrappin we could do, see what we do
And im let me at em call me Scrappy Doo
After tha scrap u I aint lookin stupid
You beat me to bad bitch im comin back
im a fool, I do what I do
Its fixin broke cars with tools ima use
Tha or the Uz, the Mag or tha Roug
Catch it when its juss you, Your like it wasnt you
I im juss to real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me, naw bend ova fuck you
See I whats what, who is who, and who is you
Move you lose move an inch and more ligaments you could lose
Ill put you on tha 10 news
One, two buckle ya
Here come tha Kid
Ooo gloves Uz will fill up own food
Do use M-0 2s and tell whole and frooz
I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes
Dont with them cuz shoot hell shoot
Im loose as a goose on that goose them hoes
Im playin duck duck goose boy im like moose
Im tha nigga floose im a murderer, Fuck mooke
Put on mute like
Then I come back good crack, I am that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send niggas where ya kids at dont worry where tha Kid at nigga huh

Lil

Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace, black shirt, black tennis, black
I never sat in a that would offend me
Try a or a maybach, bitch I got stacks ya
Paychecks on paychecks but I still want pay
I still dont that, I kill on ASAP
We dont do but get money all day
Put some tennis on my now they runnin yall way
I am Young Moula, Money all day
Where tha so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of yall say you want drama im
Blitz yo ass like a fuckin lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of
Still red like an old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya ill dump tha toilet on ya
Weezy F Baby im hotter than Uganda