Lay It Down Album Version (Explicit) E

Turn the music Up. YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Lee. I be with niggas that shoot police. I keep that iron, you could get creased. And if she say she didn't fuck, bitch, You're lying through your teeth. They say it costs to be the boss, the Ones in jail wish they were free. Niggas call me High C because I'm high as You can see. Niggas say they paid their dues While I'm checking your receipt. Might as well go stupid since this is a Stupid beat. Grab the owl out the tree and Ask that bitch, "Who but me?" Got your bitch bent over, nigga, Hands to her feet. Tell that pig and that cow I go ham If it's beef. 'Cause all my niggas well-rounded, Don't fuck with none of these square niggas. Mask on, ghost face killer. Draw down, then erase niggas. I'm a blood, is you a blood donor? Swisher full of that California. I hit it sideways, turn the corner. Then she catch that nut like pneumonia, Lil Tunechi. Lay it down, hoe. Lay it down, bitch. Lay it down, hoe. Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down. You hoes lay it down. Lay it down, lay it down. You hoes lay it down. Put the money on the couch, nigga. Give me everything up in your house, Nigga. Shut your mouth, nigga. Put the money on the couch, nigga. Give me everything up in your house, Nigga. Shut your mouth, nigga. Yeah. Start it up, vroom vroom. Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom. Unless I get the brain, pum pum, or she Let a nigga run and get the gang on The train, zoom zoom. Trying to get paid too Soon. One deep, one sweep away in the room Broom. We getting money over here talking shit, Fucking bitches. I don't know what the fuck they Doing to 'em. My syrup purple, my turf Earth. My birth circle, I dirt surf you. I squirt, murk you. My verse hurtful. My shooters still got curb curfews. Y'all about as hot as Von Dutch. Y'all not gonna harm much. Hijack y'all son prom bus. Ain't no retreat, but my arms up. No graffiti, my bomb's up. It's Young Money and the shit until a nigga Dead and gone. If you wanna set it off, What you wanna bet it on? I'm betting the Wedding's off when everything wedded on. Point them out, truck your life. Fuck your style. Fuck with me, you a bucket Foul. Niggas'll buck your smile 'fore ducking foul. You better duck it, pal. Lay it down. Yeah. Lay it down. And I smoke. Lay it down. Lay it down. Lil Tunechi. Lay it down, lay it down. You hoes lay it down. Lay it down, lay it down. Ugh, yo. Shawty, what's your name? Is you tricking? Is you paying? Is you sniffing on that cane? What the fuck is you saying? If you getting it, then you getting it. It's my money, I ain't splitting it. I ain't tripping it. If she got a fat Ass, then I'm tipping it. Tip Came out the bank, bye teller. Give up her money, hi fella. Bad little hoe, high yeller. Brand new Rollie, sky dweller. Just left from Dubai. Flew private eye. I made a million dollars, swear to God, That ain't no lie. I said, dumb niggas was Popping. Fake niggas be watching. My black glove be dripping wet, but I got My Cochran. Losing ain't no option. I'm teaching bitches my doctrine. The Maybach ain't popping if it ain't got a Partition. Oops, I mean partition. It's all a part of my vision. I sit and count this money while I watch You bitches audition. I said, oops, I mean partition. It's all a part of my vision. I sit and count this money while I watch You bitches audition. Fuck is wrong with you bitches? I don't give a fuck. You don't hear me, You don't see me, bitch, gonna feel me, hoe. Young Money. Young, Young Money, Nigga. Young, Young. Lay it down, lay it down. You hoes lay it down. Lay it down, lay it down. You hoes lay it down.