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Featuring Euro & Jae Millz Yeah, Euro Nigga [Verse 1: Euro] I'm that Dominican nigga, yo bitch be talking bout' I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now I got a whole collection, of my ho collection Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection I said fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon respect my niggas Either that or get a wack or get a bat to back of the neck my nigga Yeah that shorty with y'all, with y'all cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas Got a big dream, from a small town Got a small circle, you'll never get around Old hoes thinking I'mma put em on now Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put em all down Always been broke, who's rich now? I ain't never had change, why switch now? Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit Til y'all heard me spit, now what? You can be loud Gotta mojo, with a flow-flow Gotta whole load, don't know if it's a promo Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no Cooling in the cut with a buck sipping romo Letras de cancionesNo love for the po-po's, gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle Cause I sell flows and he sell dope Nigga work God Euro What up this Mack The fortune teller The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus Negrodamus my nigga Predicting futures You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Put a nigga in that hearse,Long ass K no nino Word to Martin I'm cole but just call me buck shots Like Pam make a nigga say "Damn Gina" Millzy! money don't mean nothing, my youngin' Will kill you for some sneakers (blah) This Dedication 5, no vacations slime We in the endzone and they in bleachers Cheerleaders, we ain't worried bout nothin, nothin Nigga act dumb, push the buttonm, fuck em Get'em out of here like the 6 thou in the NBA, little nigga no discussion Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane Big guns that go over the shoulder dog My team strapped, no overall's So please don't make me do it Got soldiers and shooters These bullets will swallow Like shots of Khalua We light up the weed Then we fly like a rumor Then hop on the plane And fly over you losers Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer I'm not from this era that beef on computers Look boy if it's war then all we coming after you It's fresh and I'm smashin something like Gallagher Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger Hittin your girl then I'm passing her Jae Millz ain't worried bout nothin Young Money ain't worried bout nothin D5! We ain't worried bout nothin (Young Money) Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (Jae Millz) Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (not a thing) Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin D5 From Letras Mania