F*** Da Bulls***(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Birdman

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Yeah, cut it up, gimme a light Yeah, and by the way nigga it's Young Mula, first lady Uh, yo, yo, let us begin with a bad lil' specimen Ballenciaga's only things I be steppin' in Pucci baby suits, only thing I'm dressin' in 'Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran Got 'em writin' love letters in they journal Keep 'em in these toes like a midget at the urinal Bad as I wanna be She ain't bad, she a sad little wanna be Yeah, fuck da bullshit, it's big money poppin' Young Mula, yeah, just like that What up young nigga? Let's go, Gudda Okay, we runnin' this shit when we walk in the buildin' Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin' from the ceilin' 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 'em bitches gon' feel 'em I'm talkin' money and power, you getting' money? I doubt it Fresher than baby powder with your bitch in the shower That pussy I'ma devour, I beat it up 'til it's sour No need for you to even trip, bitch, I'll be done in an hour, let's go They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry I say the sweeter it is ya dig bury Then the bullshit varies and it got me wary But I know two of the same, call it murdered and married Hustlin' is so necessary with no avisaries But it ain't no love like a calendar with no February I'ma need four secretaries and 4 Bloody Mary's I'ma go eat me sum pussy and choke up the cherry, I'm gone Yeah, fully loaded with it, to the ceilin' with it More money than ya ever seen nigga, aight, Drizzy Drake Kill the game, no one recovers the murder weapon Young angel, if you hate me tell me, burn in heaven How'd you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen Like ya third infection, I hope you learned ya lesson Yeah, I spit raw but I prefer protection I own a heart and a mind and a shirt she slept in Bitch, I got the answer and still ain't heard the question I shut ya club down, please reserve my section Fuck a confrontation, they ain't no cakin' it And I'm cakin' bitch 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 nigga, I be on that major shit '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