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Excuse My charisma, vodka with a spritzer. Swagger done packed, call my bitch Patricia. Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner. You don't start with me because the F is For finish ya. So misunderstood, but what's a world Without enigma? Two bitches at the same time, Synchronized swimmers. Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you Twist her. Never met the bitch, but I fuck Her like I missed her. Life is a bitch, And death is her sister. Sleep is the cousin, what a family picture. You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature. It's all in the family, but I am Of no relation. No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration. Black and white diamonds, segregation. Fuck bitch my money up, you just hunting nuts. Young Money run this shit, and you niggas just Runner ups. I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit. Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish. Ha. Yeah. I'm going back in. Okay. I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded. I think you staying under me if you don't Understand me. Had my heart broken by this woman Named Tammy. But hoes gon' be hoes, So I couldn't blame Tammy. Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest. I beat the beat up, call it self-defense. Swear man I be seeing through these niggas like Sequins. Think they He-Men, pow, Pow, the end. Talking to myself because I am My own consultant. Married to the money, fuck the world, that's Adultery. You foolish as shit, you close your mouth And let your egg talk. Young Money eating, all you haters do is asshole. Stop playing, bitch, got this game on deadbolt. Mind so sharp I fucked around and cut my Head off. Real nigga all day and tomorrow. But these motherfuckers talking crazy like they jaw Broke. Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya. Try me and run into a Wall, outfielder. You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the Field lights. The fruits of my labor, I enjoy Them while they still ripe. Stop playing, I do it like a king do. If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink Soon. Tell them bitches I say put my name On the wall. I speak the truth, but I Guess that's a foreign language to y'all. And I call it like I see it, and My glasses on. But most of y'all don't get The picture 'less the flash is on. Satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of It. Young Money, Cash Money. Uh, paper chaser, tell that paper look I'm right Behind you. Real G's move in silence like lasagna. People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda. Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I Can't find her. You niggas are gelatin, Peanuts to an elephant. I got through that sentence like a subject and A predicate. Yeah, with a swag you would kill For. Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder. Jumped in the wishing well, now wish me well. Tell them kiss my A, call it kiss and Tell. Yeah, word to my mama, I'm outta my Llama bean. Don't wanna see what that drama mean, Get some drama mean. Or I'ma scream hotter than Summer sun on a Ghana queen. Now all I want is hits, Wayne signed a Fiend. I play the side for you niggas that's Tryna front and see. Son of gun, son of Sam, you niggas the son of me. Pause for this dumbass speech, I blow like Buddha. Disturb me and you'll be all over the floor Like Luda. Bitch I flow like scuba, bitch I'm Bold like Cuba. And I keep a killer, She gon' blow right through you. I be macking 'bout my stacking amount I pack Like a mover. Shout to Ratchet for backing out On behalf of my shooter. Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh At your hula. Cash Money cold, bitch, But our actions is cooler. Wayne, these hoes they mine, I done told these Bitches hundred times. That I keep them bucks, they On my mind. Fuck these opps, these on your Mind. Pause, beat 'em on my grind, get a Bean a little upkeep. Throw my sign in the Middle, hit 'em up, peace on my side. 'Cause ain't no peace on my side. I'm a man, I visit urinals with broads. Soon as somebody talk, I'm shooting when the funeral Outside. I'm uptown thoroughbred, A BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna.