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Young Money - Bedrock - Song TextArtist: Young Money
Album: We Are Young Money
Year: 2009
Genre: Rap: Hip-Hop

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(feat. Gudda Gudda, Nicki Minaj, Drake, Tyga, Jae Millz & Lloyd)

[Intro: Lloyd]
I Can make your bed rock (Young Money)
I Can make your bed rock girl
Kane is in the building nigga
I Can make your bed rock
I Can make your bed rock

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad
I’m attracted to her with her attractive ass
And now we murderers, because we kill time
I knock her lights out and she still shine
I hate to see her go, but I’d love to watch her leave
But I keep her runnin’ back and forth like a soccer team
Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer’s eve
Young Money thieves, steal your hearts with ease

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
I like the way you walkin’ if you walkin’ my way
I’m that red bull, now let’s fly away
Let’s buy a place with all kinds of space
I’ll let you be the judge and I’m the case
I’m Gudda Gudda, I putta other
I see me with her, no stevie Wonder
She don’t even wonder, cause she know she bad
And I got her nigga, grocery bags

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Okay, ooohhh baby
I be stuck to you like glue baby
Wanna spend it all on you baby
My room is the g-spot
Call me Mr. Flinstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock girl
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Okay I get it let me think I guess it’s my turn
Maybe it’s time to put this pussy when your side burns
He say I’m bad, he probably right
He pressin’ me like button downs on a friday night (Ha ha ha)
I’m so pretty like, be on my pedal bike
Be on my low scrunch
Be on my ecko whites
He say nicki don’t stop you the bestest
And I just be coming off the top as bestest

[Verse 4: Drake]
I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi
I race for your love, shake and bake, ricky bobby
I’m at the W but I can’t meet you in the lobby
Girl I gotta watch my back cause I’m not just anybody
I see them standing in line, just to get beside her
I let her see the aston or let the rest surprise her
That’s when we disappear, you need GPS to find her
Oh that was your girl, I thought I recognized her

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Okay, ooohhh baby
I be stuck to you like glue baby
Wanna spend it all on you baby
My room is the g-spot
Call me Mr. Flinstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock girl
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock

[Verse 5: Tyga]
She like tannin’, I like stayin’ in
She like romancin’, I like rollin’ with friends
She said I’m caged in, I think her conscios is
She watchin’ that oxygen, I’m watchin’ ESPN
But when that show ends, she all in my skin lotion
No emotions, roller coasting like back, forth, hold it (Hold it [x4])
She pause like it’s for posters and I poke like I’m supposed to
Take this photo if you for me, she said don’t you ever show this
I’m too loyal and too focused, to be losing and be hopeless
When I spoke this, she rejoiced it
Said your words get me open, so I closed it
Where your clothes is, I’m only loving for the moment

[Verse 6: Jae Millz]
She ain’t got a man but she’s not alone
Miss independent yea she got her own
Hey gorgoues, umm, I mean flawless, well
That’s what you are, how I see it, this how I call it
Yea, look at how she walk, who knew she know she bad
Do your thang baby, I ain’t even mad
And I ain’t leaving fast, I’m a stay a while
Hold your head chris, I’m a take her down

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Okay, ooohhh baby
I be stuck to you like glue baby
Wanna spend it all on you baby
My room is the g-spot
Call me Mr. Flinstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock girl
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Lloyd]
T Streets
Mack Maine
Jae Millz
Tyga
Drizzy Drake
Nicki Minaj
Hey Shanell
And Young Llyod
It’s Young Mula Baby.

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[Gudda Gudda]
They call me Young Gudda,
I’m all about the doe still,
And anybody in my way, Roadkill,
Evrything my hands touch turn to gold,
Money, Knots and Jewels with no records sold, (Yeah)
I’m Manhandling rappers with no effort,
So imagine what’ll happen when I start applying pressure,
Guillotine flow who ready to get severed n_gga
In or out the booth you could get leveled n_gga

[Jae Millz:]
Yo, We are Young Money,
N-gga you can’t chocha,
It’s bout to get real ugly, Amarosa,
YM vultures, there ain’t a family doper,
We done changed the way the game look, Sammie Sosa, (Ha Ha)
This is life this ain’t a job, Audemare and Shapor,
Just symbolize I go hard,
Navy on Navy Camero I did all for the yankees,
Did it all for New York and this love no need to thank me

[Tyga:]
Uhh, fast money I don’t slow dance,
Young Money muthaf-cka till the world end,
Money over weight, Bitch, Rosanne,
I don’t listen to these kids, Grown man,
Skinny n-gga dubbed up, Low hand,
Lindsey the white benz, same colour mike skin,
Make ya soul spin when the ping loading,
Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud

[Lil Chuckee:]
Young money lil G,
Battle juice in my blood,
Jumpin at the boy,
Man, you better have ya bungee cord,
Since Wayne took me off the leash,
I ain’t lose a fight yet,
Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that,
Yung wid a attitude, watch how ya talk to me,
Keep playin freddy boi, I’ll leak on ya elm street,
Trouble is what you want dog, pain is what you don’t get,
It’s Young money till the bone grizzle

[Lil Twist:]
Young money good night,
And yeah I’m gonna shine like an Ultra Violet light,
Lil twist cold cellar like it’s opening tonight,
31’st n-gga to write, You need a telescope sight,
To try to see me, I’m so far gone,
Even though I’m goin out kids, I’m so far on
I gotta house full of cheques like the playboy home,
Wrapping up my lifestyle and I smashed this song
Twizzy

[Nicki Minaj:]
I’m in that cotton pink bent,
Put mass on the guts,
White on white whips,
Kunta Kinte on the clutch,
You at the bottom of the pole, Totem,
Like Lamar Odom, I ball, scrotom,
Flyer than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jim-any,
And It’s going down like Santa in the chimney,
You don’t ball break ya baby back ribs,
You need more assist than the handicap kids

[Shanell:]
Young money we rockstars,
So f-ck with ya magnum on,
And hold on we go long,
You feel that, We get that,
We in that, we run that, we bus back,
We hit em when we see em coming back for more,
Back for more …

[Mack Maine:]
Michael wade family in the building you can’t hold us,
Me, taz and wayne we the 3 new moguls,
Buffet around here ya’ll boys scrape the plates,
And we don’t eat up in our whispa they got paper plates,
Soon as we leave the club damn let the models go,
One word I forgot to say on his album, Hollygrove!,
This track different now they nod this the genesis,
Young money murderers, We killin shit,
Forever…

[Drake:]
Alright I got this, you can never get this
I built it up from nuthin you would think I’m playin tetris,
Thousand dollar sweater on but I never sweat shit,
Swear the beats they give me got a muthaf-ckin death wish,
Yeah, tell me who controls kings, I don’t follow rules, stupid old things,
I’m flying through the city in a coupe with those wings,
My team deserves some muthaf-ckin supabowl rings, Young Money

[Lil Wayne:]
I’m so in this bitch, CEO in this bitch,
Lil Weezy stand tall, Tippytoe in this bitch
Blood gang muthaf_cka da da doe in this bitch,
Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch,
In the body of the World, money is the blood,
And everyday I be back and forward to the blood bank,
Uhh making deposits till I f-cking faint,
New Orleans, n_gga how about no f_cking saints,
It’s tight on our end call that bubbafranks,
Matter fact it’s too tight add a couple links,
I’m the barstender you a women drink,
Yeah it’s young money but the money ain’t,
Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty,
Streets bad, Tyga I’ll, Drake magic,
Millz harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas,
And mack maine rap, sing and manage,
Uhhhh

It’s Young Mulah Baby …

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[Intro: Lil’ Wayne]
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Hahaha
Young Money, Streets

[Verse 1: Lil’ Wayne]
I’m a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
Bitches get to stepping like Koje Natami
Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I’m Simon
And simon say go and get my motherfucking money
Young Moolah bitch, tell them hoes, take their clothes off
And I don’t hunt birds but I’ll shoot you in your mohawk
Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
Call me mister no flaw

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills til I dose off
Wake up, grab the mic then I go’s off
Too G for office, boss of all bosses
Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses
I’m fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in
I’m going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn
Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in

[Chorus: T-Streets]
I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It’s that punting at your face shit
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo
I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin’

[Verse 3: Jae Millz]
I don’t promise much but I promise you that it’ll flow boy
Name Jake but you can call me Pillsbury Doughboy
Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo’ noise
But if the bitch scream, I’m a pop her, no noise
Bank account top solid, Truck nice and brolic
The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard
You niggas ain’t G’s you gents and quite coward
But I’ll put you higher than flight pilots

[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda]
I am petrifying, The metal turn to lightning
Burn through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I’m getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
I’m hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl
Holla, Cash rules everything around me
So I’m a get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds

[Chorus]

[Verse 5: Nikki Minaj]
Ugh, yo, yo yo,
I’m a bad what? bout to get a maniped
I’m the big bad wolf and your granny dead
Eventhough I’m in mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch my name, now I’m celebrating Hannukah
Lewinski bitches, young money Monica
I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the
So could you pass me the keys to the Tonica
I mean Tonka, That’s the truck bitches
Fuck you and fuck all of you fuck bitches
Matter of fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape.

[Chorus].

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[Weirdo:]
Hate is in the building…
Farewell [x3]

Farewell [x3]

{Wayne}
Where my ol lady at?
Where my o-
Where-
(Shes gone, shes gone)
Where-Where my ol lady at?
Where my o-
Where-
(Shes gone, shes gone)

Where my ol lady I’m a kill dat bitch
Where-Where my ol lady I’m a kill dat bitch
Mane fuck dat hoe well I’m a kill dat bitch
WHEN I SEE DAT BITCH I’m a KILL DAT BITCH

[T-Streets:]
Mane I ain’t neva need no bitch
Tell her take everything don’t leave yo shit
Den I sent her by her momma told her I’ll holla
Time to get it poppin now I’m single like a dolla
I’m killin deez hoes da swag is a murder weapon
I’m wanted fuck around n get arrested
I’m martin tell a bitch get to steppin
Good mornin brand new bitch fa breakfast
T-Streets wat dey call me
I neva met desperate don’t know lonely
Gone bout ya buisness let them otha hoes want me

Where my ol lady at?
Where my o-
Where-
(Shes gone, shes gone)
Where-Where my ol lady at?
Where my o-
Where-
(Shes gone, shes gone)

Where my ol lady I’m a kill dat bitch
Where-Where my ol lady I’m a kill dat bitch
Mane fuck dat hoe well I’m a kill dat bitch
WHEN I SEE DAT BITCH I’m a KILL DAT BITCH (BITCH)

[Jae Millz:]
My old bitch gone, my new bitch with me
N she in the club lookin for a new bitch with me
N truthly tonight I might have ya bitch with me
She ain’t gone dive in that benz but she gone dip with me
Ol girl must thought millz was the next man
Who knows where she at she prolly with her ex man
No second guessin wats the next plan
New season back to the green like a jets fan
I’m bout money n dat attracts divas
You put a ring on her must a thought she was a keeper
But now dat girl gone like a fast balla cheetah

Farewell [x3]

Where my ol lady at?
Where my o-
Where-
(Shes gone, shes gone)
Where-Where my ol lady at?
Where my o-
Where-
(Shes gone, shes gone)

Where my ol lady I’m a kill dat bitch
Where-Where my ol lady I’m a kill dat bitch
Mane fuck dat hoe well I’m a kill dat bitch
WHEN I SEE DAT BITCH I’m a KILL DAT (who you is?)

[Gudda Gudda:]
East side gudda, add a nudda gudda
My bitch was actin up so I had to get anotha
Pockets on full chips stack like pringles
Cancel dat bitch buy anotha like nino
I lost one got ten moe callin
Man women like flees can’t shake them bitches off me
I have a new one ever mornin with my coffee
I’m on dat sip n she love it when I’m off speed
So you not wanted like an offing
You nothing to me jus anotha dog bitch barking
No need to come back bitch you can keep walkinG

Farewell [x3]

Where my ol lady at?
Where my o-
Where-
(Shes gone, shes gone)
Where-Where my ol lady at?
Where my o-
Where-
(Shes gone, shes gone)

Where my ol lady I’m a kill dat bitch
Where-Where my ol lady I’m a kill dat bitch
Mane fuck dat hoe well I’m a kill dat bitch
WHEN I SEE DAT BITCH I’m a KILL DAT BITCH

Where my ol lady I’m a kill dat bitch
Where-Where my ol lady I’m a kill dat bitch
Mane fuck dat hoe well I’m a kill dat bitch

Farewell [x3] …

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[Nicki Minaj:]
I’m in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts.
Got da Halloween kicks trick or treatin the clutch.
Come on nigga is you trickin or what?
Flo-fl-flow tighter than a dick in the butt.
Just hopped off da plane, came back from Vancouv’
Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo.
White girls tell me, “hey Nicki, your camp rules.
Is that why you get more head than shampoos?”
Asalaamalaikum, no oink for me.
And I never let a D-boy boink for free.
‘Cause it’s barbie bitch, you can join the wave.
I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined da phrase.
You couldn’ beat me there if you had a Leer.
Indian-style court side with a cavalier
VIP Roseau’s you can have a beer.
‘Cause honey when you gettin money you don’t have a care.

Now r-roger that, r-r-roger that. R-roger that, r-r-r-roger that. R-roger that, r-r-roger that… Roger.

[Tyga:]
Young black Rico’s.
Kill for da C notes.
But me though,
I jack son bitch Tito
She wanna play games,
But this is not bingo.
Monopoly I’m past “GO”
Gon’ ahead and deep-throat.
4-chick Foursomes,
Skin colors mocha.
Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem.
Pole.
Watt stroke ’em,
Strike it like bowlin.
Now open like you yawnin’.
It’s 6 in the mornin.
Slee-Sleepin on me probably in a coffin.
I’m hotter than the end of fuckin’ August,
I’m awesome.
I’m awesome. Repeat it to ya Grandma and Uncles, my Mothers
Tyga’s no Dad but I’m the muhf_cka.
My f_cka’s,
This the last supper.
Look, no hands,
I’m a bread cuffer.
I don’t dare lover,
I’m a dare devil
I don’t fear nothin’.
Muhfucka,
YOUNG MONEY!

Now roger that. Roger that. Ro-Roger that. Roger that. F_ck around and never get Roger back.

[Lil Wayne:]
(I’m goin’ in!)
Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette.
The blunt still wet, so pass it like bread.
We sip side a mug, we call it upset.
Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden debt.
I’m a beast.
You a pet.
AK long neck.
Keith Sweat.
Weezy, muthafucka.
Capo in this bitch with me.
Money talks and have a convo in this bitch with me.
I’m mountain high Colorado in this bitch with me.
Flow crazy. 730, you just 650.
20 bullets from the Chopper take the roof off.
Laughin to the bank,
I’m a goof ball.
It’s YM.
And we at yo neck like a Violin.
It’s our world.
We make it spin.
And y’all the prey… Amen.
Now roger that. Roger that. Where Roger at? I heard Rog’ a Rat.
Fuc-F_ck around and never get Roger back.

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(feat. Gucci Mane)

[Lil Wayne]
Man fuck these niggas
I’m a spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun Buck these niggas
Take the knife off this AK and cut these niggas
Yeah and fuck these bitches
I swear I care bout everything but these bitches
I don’t care I “so what” these bitches
And I put young mula baby way above these bitches
If it ain’t broke don’t break it
And if he ain’t shook I’m gon’ shake him
Hope I don’t look weak ’cause when a wolf cry wolf you still see that wolfs teeth muthafuckaaaa
Futuristic handgun if you act foul you get two shots and one
I’m at your face like mancum
You niggas softer then roseanne’s son
You cannot reach me on my Samsung
I’m busy fuckin’ the world and givin’ the universe my damn tongue
Crazy muthafucka I am one but the crazy thing is I began one
All white bricks I’m straight like it’s jumpin’ back to 36 nigga
Big house long hall ways got 10 bathrooms I can shit all day nigga

[Chorus:]
And we don’t want no problems, OK your a goon what’s a goon to a goblin
Yeah big kane on the beat, I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street(ooohhh)
Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh huh and we be steady mobbin’ oh Kimosabe big ballin’ is my hobby

[Gucci Mane]
What the fuck is up
It’s Gucci Mane the G
It’s Titty boy no pity boy
Big scarcity the city boy
So Icy so no Nike boy
Just Gucci Louis Prada ‘scuse me
Gucci Mane keep shittin’ on me
Why that boy keep buyin’ jewelry
East Atlanta cockin’ hammers
Bandanas on car antennas
No, we do not talk to strangers
Just cut off these niggas fingaz
Gucci’s armed and dangerous
Cocaine, Codeine, and Angel Dust
This AK 47’ll hitchu everywhere from ankle up
Clip the size of Nia Long
Clips long as a Pringles can
.45 desert eagle on me you’ll think I’m an eagles fan
Tony Braxton sniper rifle
Make you neva breathe again
Fuck that nigga
Kill that nigga
Bring him back
Kill him again
Gucciii

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah the money is the motive
Fuck with the money it get ugly as coyote
OK, I’m reloadin’ better pull it if you tote it
I buy a pound break it down and put it in a stogie
Swagga so bright I don’t even need light
I’m with a model broad she don’t even eat rice
But would you believe that she dykes
And she asked for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes
I’m the man around this muthafucka
I’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this muthafucka
This rap game, I got my hand around this muthafucka
Yeah I said game but I ain’t playin’ around this muthafucka
Yeah I’m the best to ever do it bitch
And you the best at never doin’ shit
If you the shit then I’m sewer rich
Try me and I’ll have your people readin’ eulogies
I swear you can’t fuck with me
But I can fuck yo girl and make her nut for me
Then slut for me then kill for me then steal for me and of course it’ll be yo cash
Then I’ll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo ass

[Chorus:]
And we don’t want no problems, OK your a goon what’s a goon to a goblin
Yeah, big Kane on the beat, I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street(ooohhh)
Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh huh and we be steady mobbin’ oh Kimosabe big ballin’ is my hobby

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, man suck my clip
Swallow my bullets
And dontchu spit (ooohhh)
I am the hip hop socialist
Life is a gamble and I’m all about my poker chips
Do you want a dose of this I will make the most of this
F is for ferocious murder your associates
The top is so appropriate
This is just where I belong
Keep a hard dick for ya girlfriend to wobble on
Weezy

[Chorus: x2]
And we don’t want no problems, OK your a goon what’s a goon to a goblin
Yeah big kane on the beat, I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street(ooohhh)
Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh huh and we be steady mobbin’ oh Kimosabe big ballin’ is my hobby.

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[Shanell]
Baby, Can I come over and play
You probally the type to f.ck and never call again
They say I’m crazy, cause I gotta get a taste
Listen I’ll kiss the gun and love over run it you’re gonna love it
Let it loose now

[Chorus: x2]
You Can Play In My Band
I Can Teach You Guitar
Here’s Ya Backstage Pass
Let Me Make You A Star

[Hook: x4]
Let It Loose Now

[Verse: Lil’ Wayne]
Guitar Hero, tuck ya’ bitch in before ya bitch get dee vod
Is that ya’ girlfriend because I seen her at three shows
And she say I’m a blessing.
Call me the cathedral, Weezy.f.baby, lyrical kilo
I think she try’na OD low, I throw my guitar off the stage into the mosh pit bitch, How ’bout I f.ck a bitch in a mash pit bitch like
F.cking right I’m tight, I’m a not slip bitch
And me and my band gone rock this bitch,
I’m a fuck her face off, f.ck her waist off, the martian
She hops on my rocket and take off,
5 4 3 2, mic check E Q, she is the groupie and we are the crew
And this my solo so take my photo,
My #1 fan mrs.I’m with the band.
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[Chorus: x2]
You can in my band
I can teach you guitar
Here’s ya backstage pass
Let me make you a star

[Hook: x4]
Let it loose now

[Shanell]
Can you make me sound like the strings you playing ooooah
Autograph your name in the sheets we lay in
Boy tonight your show is starring me, Oohh
So meet me in the back let’s act up,
Let it loose come on let’s sex up

[Chorus: x2]
You can in my band
I can teach you guitar
Here’s ya backstage pass
Let me make you a star

[Hook: x4]
Let it loose now.

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(feat. Short Dawg)

[Lil Wayne:]
Too many women, and not enough time
I’m a cool cat, but I’m on life nine.
Pimping ain’t dead cause I be the life line
And I don’t buy the bar cause it don’t sell white wine
Gon’ let that light shine
Ballin’ for a life time
Smoking on a nice pine, Weezy baby flight flyin
You can call him your husband
Call me at night time
And even though women change
I will always like dimes
And yeah I’m quite fine, but shawty much finer
And I just get behind her
And smack it like E Honda
And please don’t hate on me
When you see me with Kiana
Cause she wilder than Nirvana
And colder than your honor
Holla at your boy manana
Maybach come with a recliner
Run up on it and sh-t will get uglier than an iguana
This is only a reminder it’s Young Money don’t forget it
And I’m Weezy F baby you might find it on a titty
Would you … .

[Chorus: Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man’
I’m in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man’
I’m in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

[Verse: Short Dawg]
Chilling with my possi
Bout to calls some ladies over
Tell em this is YME so when you come you can’t leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her on a tab now she rolling like a baby stroller
I’m the freshest n-ggas seen
Whippin in my jeans
Shoot ya lights out I’m like bredick with the beam
Life a game of chess, and I’m headed for your queen

Now my stomach and my thighs
Wat a head is in between (ew)
And she wetter than a stream, I drink medicine to lean
Keep a cup in my hand like I’m begging for some cheese

I fall off in the party
Yeah I’m kinda tardy but if I hated [? ] riding on em like a Harley
Look you call it getting married, I call it acting selfish
My belt got G’s on it like a Packers helmet
And I’m a hit it if you bring your girl around
But the weed is like my collar cause I might just turn it down
If you … .

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda:]
Okay tool on deck (deck)
I’m new born fresh (fresh)
I knock your friends down (down)
And you going next (ha)

Young money fly
N-gga all the bitches after me
Murder in the bed and you gonna be my next casualty
Automatic stick, but I give it to her manually
I’m giving dick all year round and you can get it annually

Styrofoam feel
With a strawberry [? ]
Leaning I’m a need a kick stand to stay on my feet
Get out ma bidness like I kicked ya out my office
I ain’t worried about the price, I’m more concerned with offer

Fresh to death like I got dressed in the coffin
With a party in my pocket
Blue and red dolphins
I’m high as a motherf-cker
Let me do my thing bitch I’m doing me

And your girl doing the same sh-t

I’m in the car getting head
As I lane switch, Do-Double G I do my thang bitch

[Chorus]

[Drake:]
Uhh, Ok I told you catch up
Did you make a mill yet?
I can’t predict how many of em I can still get
October own that’s such a f-ckin real set
No tatts but the ink of my money still wet.

Life is such a beach, it’s sandy all around me
I came here with young money man, that’s family all around me
I’m in my living room and I got Grammys all around me
And famous bitches doing nose candy all around me.

Welcome to the life
The life that’s meant for me
My bentley has a tint so you got to squint to see
I holla’d at your girl that’s when she went with me
But please don’t blame yourself cause it just wasn’t meant to be

They say I’m one of the illest
That’s just off from first impression
And my cards always accepting
I don’t deal well with rejection

I look in the dictionary
And don’t see the word recession
I don’t smoke in public
But tonight I’ll make an exception so just …

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Cut The music and the head phones please
As I Give You… (The Business)
Cut the music up please
And Da headphones please… pleeeaaassseeee

[Chorus:]
Hey… Ms Parker, Ms Parker,
When u gonna let a nigga fuck Ms Parker, Ms Parker… ahhhh
Talkin bout hey Ms Parker Ms Parker
When u gonna let a nigga fuck Ms Parker, Ms Parker[x3]

[Lil Wayne]
Uh Um… Lil Shawty want me how do I kno
Cause she told me so
Yea Lil Shawty On E somebody let em
Kno that I got a few mo’
Yea Lil Shawty Wanna leave baby we can go wherever u wanna go
Yea And I’m a take her to the loan then she give that look
I tell my niggas I’m gone
Yea Damn u all that I’m talking bout
Wen she text me I call back
I Go to her apartment & fall back
She attack my heart… heart attack
Cardiac… Part of that
Nigga that she throwing it at & I caught that
I Bought that yea I pay for it
I’ll break down walls make her wait for it
I’ll wait for it… Oh yea I’ll wait for it…
Tick-Tick-Tock[x3] I’ll wait

[Chorus]

[Mack Maine]
And bitch I’m Mack Maaaiinnnee
Damn.Look at Ms Parker.

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[Lil Wayne]
Uh, I like a long-haired thick redbone
Open up her legs then filet mignon that pussy
I’m a get in and on that pussy
If she let me in I’m a own that pussy
Gon throw it back and bust it open like you posed to
Girl I got that dope dick now come here let me dope you
You gon be a dope feen
Ya friends should call you dopey
Tell em keep my name out they mouth cause they don’t know me(ha)
But you can’t come and tunchea
I’ll fuck the whole group
Baby I’m a groupie
My sex game is stupid
My head is the dummiest
I swear I should be hooked on phonix(yeah)
But anyway I think your bionic
And I don’t think your beautiful I think your beyond
And I just wanna get behind it
And watch you back it up and dump it
Back back it up and dump it

[Hook:]
Cause we like her and we like her too
And we like her and we like her too
And we like her and we like her too
And we like her and she like us too
And oww

[Chorus:]
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world

[Drake]
Yeah, alright
She be jumpin’ up and down tryna fit that ass in
Took her half an hour just to get that belt to fasten
All they want to talk about is partyin’ and fashion
Every single night I have a dream that I am smashin’ them all
Young Money man this shit so timeless
And I’m in the mood to get faded so please bring your finest
And what are all your names again? We drunk, remind us
Are any y’all into girls like I am? Let’s be honest
She wants me, she wants me ’cause I got it all shawty
Tell me what you don’t see I will fuck with all ya’ll
All y’all are beautiful I just can’t pick one
So you can never say I’m choosy hoes
And Wayne say pussy pussy pussy
And weed and alcohol seem to satisfy us all
Damn, and every time I think of staying with her
She bring that friend around that make a nigga reconsider man

[Hook:]
‘Cause we like her and we like her too
And we like her and we like her too
And we like her and we like her too
And we like her and she like us too

[Chorus:]
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world

[Young Money:]
I ain’t being disrespectful baby I’m just being Millz
And I don’t know how fake feels so I gotta keep it real
I just wanna fuck every girl in the world
Every model, every singer, every actress, every diva
Every house of Diddy, check every college girl, every skeezer
Stripper and every desperate housewife that resemble Eva
My role model was Will
So married boy I’m in the milf
It don’t matter who you is miss
You can get the business, ha
These hoes is god’s gift like Christmas
I like ’em caramel skin, long hair, thick ass
And I swear I’m feelin’ all y’all
I’m scrollin down my call log and I’m a call all y’all
My butter pecan Puerto Rican
She screamin’ out ‘papi’ every time a nigga deep in
And I’m about to get my Bill Clinton on
And Hilary can Rodham too, boy I gets my pimpin’ on

[Hook:]
‘Cause we like her and we like her too
And we like her and we like her too
And we like her and we like her too
And we like her and she like us too

[Chorus:]
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world

And bitch I’m mack maine-aine-aine-aine
Sanaa lathan, Meagan Good, Angelina Jolie, ha
D Woods for free suites I’d give Paris Hilton all-nighters
In about 3 years, holla at me Miley Cyrus
I don’t discriminate, no, not at all
Kit Kat a midget, if that ass soft I break her off
I exchange v cards with the retards
And get behind the Christian like DR
‘Cause he are Mack Mizzo, baby
‘Cause he are Mack Mizzo, baby
And I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world

Young Mula baby.

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