Young Money, Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda - New Shit lyrics

Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana.U.S.

[Young Money, Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda - New Shit lyrics]

Ugh! Flow gifted like the honor roll
In crunch time, I deliver like Domino's
A different freak for every day I
Got all kind of hoes
I slide them dick and get the fuck out
Never mind them hoes
But never mind them hoes
I got all kind of flows
I switch them up so quick as fuck
I got a timeless flow
Young animal, punishing the ProTools
Eating this beat up like soul food
You niggas old news

Now, ain’t you tired of seeing
The same shit every day?
I mean, the same shit Ashley and Mary Kate
Sometimes, I wish that I was
Blind like Mr ray
How come you talking out your ass
But ain’t got shit to say?
I spend my money like my time
I ain’t got it to waste man, I'm so fast
Feel like I'm racing in a different race
Too much champagne, now
Watch me spit it in them bitches' face
Tomorrow morning
I could tell you how them bitches taste

This rap shit is our house
You niggas just visiting
Young Money wolverines, bitch, no Michigan
(Ha) i get in them hoes' ears and
Reel them in like fishermen (Leggo)
And throw they ass in the truck
And we rolls like Michelins (Ha)
All All hail the kings
(Kings) , crowns glistening
I stunt hard as I fuck 'cause I
Ain’t getting a chance to live again
Focused is what you better get, boy
We on that better shit (Yes)
All bosses, no executives
You just repetitive (Ha)

Now, ain’t you tired of seeing
The same shit every day?
I mean, the same shit Ashley and Mary Kate
Sometimes, I wish that I was
Blind like Mr ray
How come you talking out your ass
But ain’t got shit to say?
I spend my money like my time
I ain’t got it to waste man, I'm so fast
Feel like I'm racing in a different race
Too much champagne, now
Watch me spit it in them bitches' face
Tomorrow morning
I could tell you how them bitches taste

Bitch Bitch, we balling
Tired of the same shit
I need a different toilet
Okay, let me pick my target
Pick them off, now, come pick them up
Big dog, I don't bark, I buck
Tell them bitches I don't talk, I fuck
Tell them niggas I don't walk
I run this shit, i come to punish shit
And I bet they won't be
Flushing this Young Money shit
We on some other shit, they on the same shit
Bitch, I'm Mack Maine I'm Mack Maine, bitch!

Now, ain’t you tired of seeing
The same shit every day?
I mean, the same shit Ashley and Mary Kate
Sometimes, I wish that I was
Blind like Mr ray
How come you talking out your ass
And ain’t got shit to say?
Young Tune, motherfucker, no anime
Dr carter, motherfucker, come to amputate
Cash Money, too much money to calculate
Young Money, that new shit in your face

I spend my money like my time
I ain’t got it to waste man, I'm so fast
Feel like I'm racing in a different race
Too much champagne, now
Watch me spit it in them bitches' face
Tomorrow morning
I could tell you how them bitches taste
Give me the beat and I'ma beat
The beat like Anna Mae
What the fuck you thought?
You know I keep the heat like Saint Tropez
C Cash Money, too much money to calculate
Young Money, that new shit on your face

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