ฟังเพลงF*** Da Bulls*** (Album Version|Explicit)

F*** Da Bulls*** - Young Money

Yeah

Cut it up gimme a light

Yeah and by the way niggs

It's Young Mula first lady

Uh yo yo

Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen

Balenciaga's is all these things I be steppin' in

Gucci bathing suits only thing I'm dressin' in

Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran

Got them writing love letters in they journal

Keep 'em on these toes

Like a midget at the urinal

B-b-b-bad as I wanna be

She ain't bad she a sad little wannabe

Yeah f**k the b******t

It's big money poppin'

Young Mula

Yeah

Just like that

What up young niggs

Let's go Gudda brrat

Okay we runnin' this sh*t

When we walk in the building

Got bcithes from wall to wall

Hoes hangin' from the ceiling

Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em

I promise I'll make a million

And if they didn't have no hands

I'll bet them bcithes go feel 'em

I'm talkin' money and power

You gettin' money I doubt it

Fresher than baby powder

With your bcith in the shower

That I'm a devour

I beat it up till it's sour

No need for you to even trip

Bcith I'll be done in a hour

Let's go

Yeah

That's more like it

Junior

They say the blacker the berry

The redder the cherry

I say sweeter it is ya dig buried

Then the b******t varies and it got me weary

But I know two of the same

Call it murdered and married

Hustlin' is so necessary with no adversaries

But ain't no love

Like a calendar with no February's

I'm a need four secretary

And four bloody Mary's

I'm a go eat me some

And choke up the cherry

I'm gone

Yeah

Fully loaded with it to the ceiling with it

More money than you ever seen niggs

Aight Drizzy Drake

Look

Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon

Young angel if ya hate me

Tell me burn in heaven

How'd you sleep on me

The highest earning freshmen

Like ya third infection

I hope ya learned ya lesson

Yeah

I spit raw but I prefer protection

I own her heart and her mind

And the shirt she slept in

Bcith I got the answer

And still ain't heard the question

I shut ya club down

Please reserve my section

F**k a confrontation there ain't no cakin' it

And I'm cakin' bcith

So tell me why I take a break from it

The mother of your child always

Tell you I'm her favorite

She call me her baby

Not the one she was in labor with

She say 'oh you taste good'

I say 'oh just savor it'

She know that she love a niggs

I be on that major sh*t

Cause I get paid to stand

And I get paid to sit

So I don't walk around with money

Baby girl I'm made of it