- Young M.A Bleed 歌词
- Young M.A
- Yeah yeah, ayy yeah yeah, yeah, what happened, ayy
Four years later they still sleepin' on me
And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I still keep it on me
It's crazy how I got a big **** without a ****, uh
It's Young M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib
And you can die inside your livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then **** it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some ***** than do this interview
Little gay ***** hoes been on me since like middle school
Break up with a ***** by next week I won't remember you
Just because I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreign chick, foreign whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign ****
*****s wildin' out in Paris, Colt you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin' ****
**** it up on tour and ****, red handle done, importin' ****
It's funny how haters throwin' shots
But they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some room please excuse
That's a real ***** walkin' in
Huh it's M.A *****
You got somethin' on your mind
Then say that **** (say that ****)
We kingpins this is not a play pound
In other words we don't play that ****
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that ****
Hoes love me man, them *****s hate that ****
They be like ooouuu, I hate that *****
Ooouuu but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich
Ouuu, ouuu shake 'em off
*****s wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her ***** wasn't on his job, had to break her off
Three words for these hoes, take it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please,
She don't need plan Bs
She pop' xannies, like it's candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty,
And I'm a thorough bread ***** with a attitude
It's Young M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke
That's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they some tappin' shoes
It was either get rich or die, I had to choose
Get Rich or Die Tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it true with me
Strike across my shoulder
Cause my mind is like a bag of screws
Huh it's M.A *****
You got somethin' on your mind
Then say that **** (say that ****)
We kingpins this is not a play pound
In other words we don't play that ****
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that ****
Hoes love me man, them *****s hate that ****
They be like ooouuu, I hate that *****
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and ain't I rich
Flex, ooouuu heard the least
In this ************' booth leavin' third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the driver umm, curtains please
Rich and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too,
Just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to change my ways but it ain't work for me
**** a ***** 'cause currently my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's privilege please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I said infinity
If I don't come for you then do not send for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock
And take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' spendin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a *****,
That ain't the **** for me
Keep being my vicinity without abilities
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my dignity
Sheesh
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