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[La the
Yeahhh...
L.A.D.
I'm all that cheese, Swiss or Mozzarella
Muenster, Colby, American or
it comes to robbery
Nobody do it
L.A.D.
Fresh Coogi
The
is the meanest
Understand my
Nigga, I'm a
Ice a snow cone
Writin' in my
from sellin' crack
To sellin'
Straight out the
To million homes
Inside the
Cookin' 36
36 O's and I 'em all down
In and out of trap
All through the
The A.M.G.
Young Money
I'm a young champ like Ben
S.S. with the big block engine
and paint cost me a whole pension

[Jae
I need nothing but my niggas
And weed to go around
A tinted some grams and a loaded pound
what another nigga think of me
I'm thinkin'
He G's
Nigga
Get your right
Fuck be fresh
Get grind right
Cuz I'm
So in another
I throw my
At degrees
And I
my pigskins
At speeds
And I hit
Cuz at times
I
My cold
Nigga, I'm hot
Don't be cuz you not
Just be I'm lettin' you breath
I'm the good, I'm the bad
I'm the Devil, I'm
It's Money bitch!
The game us
Gudda, what it is nigga?
Kid-Kid Chi, get it how you live
My nigga Mack Maine just the dealership
And Weezy just the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick
Diamond rings, diamond
suites, private planes
Palm trees, big
I complain
I made a to myself
That I'll never be a
Nigga bein' broke

Before that day
I'll A.K. ya
there's beef
I'm in the center like Tyson
Fuck what you
In the booth I off
Like the lights if you payin'
It's the
And you already two months witcha bill
Clown nigga a lame
nigga
I'm Millz!
Young

Gudda]
If you didn't, now you
It's the dollar nigga
Wit' the dollar flow
Icicle
Got a million dollar
Quarter mill' for the
If you tryna a show
on the Bentley
Ridin' through the
Got a pocket money
Nigga, on my tec
I'm respect
I'm a man to
your man
Put my 'round his neck
no other than
Gudda man
'bout my money
Nigga, fuck man
I'm on the paper
All about the man
I be climbin' your window
Like I'm Broadman
I'm
Shady
Put your head in a
A bank with the bucks
It's what these young killin' for
The game
On the streets tryna yayo
Fifty at his hat
Leave a peeled

[Lil'
I call my Nina Bay like San
Get me
I'm a turn a tornado
And all my riders like a Winnebago
You
But let that A.K. go
Rawer than
Shoot you like
Give yo' ass a
These bitches walk around actin' like J.Lo
Man, I remember when bitches was just hey hoe
Hey hoe, how you
Me?
I'm doing every fuckin'
Smokin' dykes
I'm on that Mary fuckin'
This shit so Tom and to Lil' Wayne
And you MC's are milk and cherries to Lil' Wayne

And bitch I'm
But if I keep eatin' you
get sugar diabities

I'm a different
I'll crush your two fingers into a million
What the do I be thinkin'?
Kill, kill,
And Benjamin
Your girlfriend is into gangstas
And me a gangsta
I get into girlfriend
I stay still when the spins
And ain't nobody flyer the Birdman
You me?
You heard
Him me
And we are better
All bitches, niggas, hoes
Enemies,
Threes, twos,
But these won