Young Money Hospital

Young Money Hospital - Gudda Gudda/Lil’ Wayne

Young Money Hospital*

I'm so sick kill you and your dogs

You can call me Mike Vick

I'm a get get silly (silly)

Sick sick with it

Foolish like shawty low and I'm a get get it

Stick shift kitted

Maserati large got my top let back

With the Kamikazi doors

Hoes all over me crazy no control of me

I hop up in the draws put that d-ck up in her ovaries

Gudda b-tch you know it's me I spit cooked coke

So when I rap it comes out like a quarter key

Conduct disorderly 44 bulldogs barking start sparking

And rip out your arteries

Uhh Umm

Fresh out the Carter 3

Money ain't a thing muthf-cker it's the only thing

Ha ha

B-tch don't bother me

My car so big my license plate says "pardon me"

Yeh Louie V looks on and my Jewelry just sang it like a slow song

Young Mula b-tch

You f-cking with some soldiers who ra b-tch

Hollygrove gangsta mixtape mangler

Wheels on the coupe lips bigger than Tapanga's

Two middle fingers you don't want my anger

Better call the rangers but you gon need the angels

Young money gettin money out the anus

And I got the girls saying please Lil Wayne us

Let me explain this

I'm like Travis Barker I got stripes I'm Strapped and I'm Famous

I tell myself you ought to be shameless

I pop a pill and now I feel painless

And I'm a shoot that if I aim this

And I ain't talking bout no muthf-cking sidekick

Like I f-ck that other side b-tch

Eastside I ride around you know who you ride with

Then I'm at the hospital

If you survive it

Then I'm at your funeral just to see ya body

P-ssy n-gga I'm a hitman

And when it come to p-ssy n-gga I'm a a clit man

Haha sh*t man I got your girl on my arm like a wrist band

And anything I do my clique can

They can lean on me like a kick stand

I'm a take us to the top

And know it's not a rumour it's the rock