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(feat. Gudda Gudda) [Lil Wayne:] Ugh Young, young, young, young, young, young, young Young moola, baby Young moola, baby Young, young moola, baby Y'ready? Weezy F bitch, I'm tired of ya'll hatin' I know ya' head hurtin, you Tylenol takin' Motherfucka's I'm the man, just ask ya' old lady, like a true gentleman, I'm after yo lady I'm a massacre waitin to happen fuck all this rappin boy I'll get the cap and leave you with holes like a napkin man He gon' need a napkin, no a band aid, no a damn grave I am Rampage Jackson on a rampage step in my cage Picture on my page, print it in a best book Come up out my left pocket with' a left hook Mama said knock ya' out, money made me block ya' out I got the game on lock, and I'll lock ya' out My jewelry singin like a opera house I bought that drop top phantom of the opera out Yuh, Get silly not stupid man Never save a hoe, she better ask Soulja Boy to superman You can bet when I say Polo down from head to feet Polo horses on my sheets, I get dat from Pimp C Tall cup of DJ Screw, sittin on a pint of Big Moe Letras de cancionesSharper than a tac hoe, u can keep the tic toe Yea, red scarf on my neck, red diamonds lookin like red barf on my neck ugh Tell my beasts, nigga soo woo, cause I be with more B's than Juju Big bro, I'm a big dog, and I don' mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off Nigga I don' ever scratch, and if she throw dat pussy, big dog fetch Paper soldiers on sum sketched-ass shit I'm a draw that pistol make yo chest a tablet You're just a tad bit and I'm a whole lot Young Money motherfucka, but the money so not [Gudda Gudda:] Sick with' it, hard body like Iron Mike The flow is C4, I drop bombs like dynamite You niggas is sweet, yeah sweet like Mike'n Ikes Bob Barker with the band'o white, cause my price is right Hit the club nigga, then I leave with' two dykes tonight Let my niggas cut'em up, they gon' get a slice tonight Nigga peep my wrist game, you can see the ice is right Blind everybody in this motherfuckin spot tonight Superman, blowin' on a Swisher full'a kryptonite Got the wolves with' me here, I'm howlin' in this bitch tonight Niggas say they hard body, but I can't tell Nigga, you can get 'cho shit cracked like a carb shell You want war with' the boys, so be it We in all red like the fuckin So-viet Army, Russia bitch nigga if he talkin' crazy, Hit'em in his left leg, have'em walkin' crazy From Letras Mania