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  • #13
    Re: We Are Young Money Lyrics

    Roger That

    {Nicki}
    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 its 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 wit 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'.
    Its 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 muhfucka.
    My fucka's,
    This the last supper.
    Look, no hands,
    I'm a bread cuffer.
    I dont 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. Fuck around and never get Roger back.

    {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 wit me.
    Money talks and have a convo in this bitch wit me.
    I'm mountain high Colorado in this bitch wit 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-Fuck around and never get Roger back.

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    • #14
      Re: We Are Young Money Lyrics

      SHE IS GONE

      {Weirdo}
      Hate is in the building..
      Farewell
      Farewell
      Farewell

      Farewell
      Farewell
      Farewell

      {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 IMa kill dat bitch
      Where-Where my ol lady IMa kill dat bitch
      Mane fuck dat hoe well ima kill dat bitch
      WHEN I SEE DAT BITCH IMA KILL DAT BITCH

      {T Streets}
      Mane I aint neva need no bitch
      tell her take everything dont leave yo shit
      den i sent her by her momma told her i'll holla
      time to get it poppin now im single like a dolla
      im killin deez hoes da swag is a murder weapon
      im wanted fuck around n get arrested
      im martin tell a bitch get to steppin
      good mornin brand new bitch fa breakfast
      t streets wat dey call me
      i neva met desperate dont 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 IMa kill dat bitch
      Where-Where my ol lady IMa kill dat bitch
      Mane fuck dat hoe well ima kill dat bitch
      WHEN I SEE DAT BITCH IMA KILL DAT BITCH (BITCH)

      {Jae Millz}
      My old bitch gone, my new bitch wit me
      n she in the club lookin for a new bitch wit me
      n truthly tonight i might have ya bitch wit me
      she aint gone dive in that benz but she gone dip wit me
      ol girl must thought millz was the next man
      who knows where she at she prolly wit her ex man
      no second guessin wats the next plan
      new season back to the green like a jets fan
      im 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
      Farewell
      Farewell

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

      {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 cant shake them bitches off me
      i have a new one ever mornin wit my coffee
      im on dat sip n she love it when im 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
      Farewell
      Farewell

      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 IMa kill dat bitch
      Where-Where my ol lady IMa kill dat bitch
      Mane fuck dat hoe well ima kill dat bitch
      WHEN I SEE DAT BITCH IMA KILL DAT BITCH

      Where my ol lady IMa kill dat bitch
      Where-Where my ol lady IMa kill dat bitch
      Mane fuck dat hoe well ima kill dat bitch

      Farewell
      Farewell
      Farewell...

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      • #15
        Re: We Are Young Money Lyrics

        STREETS IS WATCHING

        - Lil Wayne

        Yeah, uhhuh
        David Banner on the beat bitch
        Hahaha
        Young Money, Streets

        I'ma east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
        Bitches get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy
        Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
        And simon say go and get my mother fucking money
        Young Mulah 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

        - Gudda Gudda

        Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills tilI I dose off
        Wake up, grab the mic then I goes 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

        - T-Streets (Chorus)

        I be getting cake then
        Watching for the rats and trying not to get snake bit
        It's that pointing 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 Watching

        - Jae Millz

        I don't promise much but I promise you that it'll flow boy
        Name Jae, but you can call me Millzbury Doughboy
        Silence on the nine but, the chopper make more noise
        And if the bitch scream, I'ma pop her, no noise
        Bank account type 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

        - Gudda Gudda

        I am petrifying, the metal turn to lightning
        Burn through your clothes like an iron
        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'ma get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds

        (Chorus)

        - Nicki Minaj

        Uh, yo, yo, yo
        I'ma bad what? bout to get a maniped
        I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead
        Even though I'm in mexico
        I rep New York like Plaxico
        Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hannukah
        Lewinsky 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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        • #16
          Re: We Are Young Money Lyrics

          FINALE

          [Gudda Gudda]

          They call me Young Gudda,
          I'm all about the doe still,
          And anybody in my way, Roadkill,
          Everything 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,
          In or out the booth you could get leveled nigga


          [Jae Millz]

          Yo, We are Young Money,
          Nigga you can't ??,
          It's bout to get real ugly, Amarosa,
          YM vultures, they ain't a family doper,
          We done changed the way the game look, Sammy Sosa, (Ha Ha)
          This is like it ain't a Job, the Audomare and Shapor,
          Just symoblise 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 muthafucka till the world end,
          Money over weight, Bits, Rosanne,
          I don't listen to these kids, Grown man,
          Skinny nigga 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 out the ?? 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 grissle??


          [Lil Twist]


          Young money good night,
          and yeah Im gonna shine like an Ultra Violet light,
          Lil twist cold cellar?? like its open tonight,
          31'st nigga to write, You need a telescope sight,
          to try to see me, I'm so far gone,
          Even though I'm goin off kids, I'm so far on
          I gotta house full of cheques like playboy home,
          Wrapping up my lifestyle and I smashed this song
          (Twizzi)



          [Nicki Minaj]

          I'm in that cotton pickin' bent,
          put massa on the guts,
          wayne dont white whips,
          kunta kente 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 Jimany,
          and Its 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 fuck wit ya magnum on,
          and hold on we go long,
          You feel that, We get that,
          we in that, we run that, we respect,
          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 & wayne we the 3 new moguls,
          buffet around here ya'll boys scrape the plates,
          and we dont eat up in our ?? cuz we 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


          [Drake]

          Alright I got this, you can never get this
          I built it up from nuthin you would think im playin tetris,
          thousand dollar sweater on but I never sweat shit,
          swear the beats they give me got a muthafuckin death wish,
          Yeah, tell me who controls kings, I don't follow rules, stupid old things,
          Flying through the city in a coupe with those wings,
          My team deserves some muthafuckin 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 muthafucka da da doe in this bitch,
          make ya girl get barry manalow in this bitch,
          in the body of the world, money is the blood,
          and everyday I be back and foward to the blood bank,
          uhh making deposits till I fucking faint,
          new orleans, nigga how about no fuking saints,
          its tight on our end call that bubba franks,
          matter fact its too tight add a couple links,
          im the barstender you a women drink,
          yeah its young money but the money aint,
          Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty,
          Streets bad, Tyga Ill, Drake magic,
          Millz harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas,
          And mack maine rap, sing and manage,

          It's Young Mulah Baby....

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          • #17
            Re: We Are Young Money Lyrics

            All Lyrics Update (FINISHED)

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            • #18
              Re: We Are Young Money Lyrics

              What was the point of this?

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              • #19
                Re: We Are Young Money Lyrics

                lyrics?...

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                • #20
                  Re: We Are Young Money Lyrics

                  Originally posted by CashMoneyMillionaire
                  lyrics?...
                  They've all already been posted...

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