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New Shit Lyrics - We Are Young Money - Young Money

Uh, flow gifted like the honor roll 

At crunch time I deliver like Domino's 

A different freak for every day I got all kinda hoes 

I slide 'em dick and get the fuck, I neva mind them hoes 

 

But neva mind them hoes, I got all kinda flows 

I switch 'em up so quick as fuck I gotta timeless flow 

Young animal, punishin' the protocols 

Eatin' this beat up like soul food, you niggas old news 

 

Now ain't you tired of sayin' the same shit every day? 

I mean the same shit, Ashley and Mary Kate 

Sometimes I wish dat I was blind like Mr. Ray 

How come you talkin' out yo ass but ain't got shit to say? 

 

I spend my money like my time I ain't got it to waste 

Man, I'm so fast feel like I'm racin' in a different race 

Too much champagne, now watch me spit it in dem bitches face 

Tomorrow mornin' I cud tell you how dem bitches taste 

 

This rap shit is our house you niggas just visitin' 

Young Money, wolverines bitch no 

I get in them hoes and reel 'em in like fishermen 

And throw dey ass in the truck and we rose like Michelins 

 

All hail the kings, crowns glistenin' 

I stunt hard as I want 'cause I ain't getting' a chance to live again 

Focus is what you better get, boy, we on dat better shit 

All bosses, no executives, you just repetitive 

 

Now ain't you tired of sayin' the same shit every day? 

I mean the same shit, Ashley and Mary Kate 

Sometimes I wish dat I was blind like Mr. Ray 

How come you talkin' out yo ass but ain't got shit to say? 

 

I spend my money like my time, I ain't got it to waste 

Man, I'm so fast feel like I'm racin' in a different race 

Too much champagne, now watch me spit it in dem bitches face 

Tomorrow mornin' I cud tell you how dem bitches taste 

 

Bitch, we ballin' tired of da same shit, I need a different toilet 

Okay lemme pick my target, pick 'em off, now come pick 'em up 

Big dog, I don't bark, I buck, tell dem bitches I don't talk, I fuck 

 

Tell dem niggas I don't walk, I run dis shit, I come to punish shit 

And I bet dey won't be flushin' dis young money shit 

We on sum otha shit, they on the same shit 

Bitch, I'm Mack Maine, I'm Mack Maine, bitch 

 

Now ain't you tired of sayin' the same shit every day? 

I mean the same shit, Ashley and Mary Kate 

Sometimes I wish dat I go blind like Mr. Ray 

How come you talkin' out yo ass and ain't got shit to say? 

 

Young tune, motherfucker, no anime 

Doctor Carter, motherfucker, come to amputate 

Cash money, too much money to calculate 

Young Money, dat new shit on ya face 

 

I spend my money like my time I ain't got it to waste 

Man, I'm so fast, feel like I'm racin' in a different race 

Too much champagne, now watch me spit it in dem bitches face 

Tomorrow mornin' I cud tell you how dem bitches taste 

 

Gimme da beat and I'ma beat da beat like anime 

Wat da fuck you thought you know, I keep da heat like go pay 

Cash money, too much money to calculate 

Young Money dat new shit on ya face 

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