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letra de young money property - lil wayne

[verse 1: curren$y]
curren$y the hot spitter
fast life, slow slow
lost a couple, that ain’t sh-t, i got more
bank so easy, n-ggas you know me
b-tches talk sideways get smacked the f-ck up
i’m a pimp, but i don’t move with a pimp cup
i’d rather keep my drinks in a thermos
told yall before i was an advanced learner
cops tryna send me off to camp like ernest
yeah, but i ain’t going for that walk
f-ck around with me and i just let that gat talk
yeah, i’mma let that heat spray
right where you standing that’s where you gone lay
still play it cool, get off the streets
cops came to the house, moms told them i was sleep
cause she memorized the script to a tee
told them that i had the flu and i was in the bed for weeks
yeah, another victim of a murderer
got your family running asking people have they heard of ya
all over, putting up posters
like you got an album about to drop
but there ain’t nothing bout to drop but that casket
label me a b-st-rd even though i know my pops, yeah
rap game said i fell off the scene
though i’m coming back like i forgot my keys, yeah

[verse 2: boo]
it’s a shame how i gotta duck shots
from these hating -ss n-ggas and these crooked -ss cops
f-ck it, it just make me grind harder
now i’m signed to young carter
p89 be the answers to the my problem
benchwarmers getting mad, i’m a starter
number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6
talk big sh-t and still turn bricks like back flips
young money be the circle that i ride fo’
n-gga we live to stay fly on you -ss holes
it ain’t a doubt, i’mma rep that chicago
but i got so much love for the south
where the women be most thick and give great mouth
and love all the sh-t that a thug be ’bout
now let these things ling out
ym b-tch, now it’s time to bang out

[verse 3: mack maine]
gorilla with the flow, n-gga finna blow
ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo’
escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy
type of sh-t i got since the n-gga got paid
n-gga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me
still let a n-gga put the d-ck to they face
run up in your crib, put the burner to your face
leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace
but no i ain’t bail, i ain’t tryna hit the wall
tryna mack a little broad and get her back to the place
yo man trip, i show ’em what the ruger hold
catch a flight to jayville, can’t miss the super bowl
then it’s back to the hood cause i love the streets
better find noah’s ark, bout to flood the streets
young money, that’s the clan
young maine, i’m the man
getting money is the plan
the rugers don’t jam

[verse 4: lil’ wayne]
weezy f. kinda nice with the glock
but i’m better than that with the rock
tryna land me a spot at the roc
and my city got word of that
n-ggas want me to hook them up with fox
i done got young mal off the block
now the haters don’t know where he at
tryna do the same thing for cap-
that’s my young brother, he got shop
if a n-gga try to jack
then we coming back like hip-hop
got the bullets coming out the pump
running through your stomach back like a running back
i ain’t got the emmitt smith b-tch i got the dorset
ar-33 shooting like a cowboy
tryna see red skin, b-tch i’m fly, i’m sky born
young ozzy osbourne floating like the cloud boy
got them b-tches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck
with they f-cking mouths up, south up!

- lil wayne

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