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[00:-2.00]Young Money - Fuck Da Bulls (Featuring Birdman)
(Baby:)
Yea cut it up gimme a light
Yea n by the way nigga
It's Young Mula first lady...
(Nicki:)
Um yo yo
Let us begin' wit a bad little specimen
But lenciak only things I be steppin' in
Poochie baby suits only thing I'm dressin' in
Cuz I get wetter than a navy seals veteran
Got 'em writin' love letters in they jour-nal
Even when its hoes like a midget at the urinal
Bbbbb bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad she a sad little wanna be
Yea fuck da bullshit
It's big money poppin'
Young Mula
Yea jus like dat
Waddup young nigga
Let's go
Gudda (bdddat)
(Gudda Gudda:)
Ok we runnnin' this shit
When we walk in the buildin'
Got bitches from wall to wall hoes hangin' from the ceiling
Young Money we bout to kill 'em
I promise I'll make a million
N if dey didnt have no hands I bet them bitches gone feel 'em
Im talkin' money n power
You gettin' money? I doubt it
Fresher than baby powder
Wit yo bitch in the shower
Dat pussy I'm a devower
I beat it up til it's sour
No need fa you to even trip bitch I'll be done in an hour let's go!
(Wayne:)
(dats more like it)
Dey day the blacker the berry the redder the cherry
I say the sweeter it is ya digg burried
Den the bullshit varies n it got me wary
But I know two of the same call it murdered n married
Hustlin' is so necessary wit no adversary
But it ain't no love like a calender wit no february
Imma need 4 secretaries n 4 bloody marys
Imma go eat me sum pussy n choke off the cherry (I'm gone)
Yea fully loaded wit it
To the ceilin' wit it
Mo money than ya ever seen nigga
Aite Drizzy Drake
(Drake:)
Look
Kill da game no one recovers the murder weapon
Young angel if you hate me tell me burn in heaven
I just sleep on me the highest earn a freshmen
Like ya third infection I hope you learned ya lesson
Yea I spit raw but I prefer protection
I own a heart and a mind and a shirt she slept in
Bitch I got tha answer n still ain't heard the question
I shut ya club down please reserve my section
Fuck a confrontation derre ain't no cake in it
N I'm cakin' bitch so tell me why I take a break from it
The mother of yo child always tell you I'm her favorite
She call me her baby not the one she was in labor with
She say ew you taste good I say ew jus savor it
She know dat she love a nigga I be on dat major shit
Cuz I get paid to stand n I get paid to sit
So I dont walk around wit money baby girl I'm made of it
