| Lil’Twist a monster, now watch me get 'em
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| Why they try my flows on when they can’t fit 'em
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| Got my shoes from overseas, when they can’t get 'em
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| These young rappers like toddlers, watch me babysit 'em
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| It’s Mr. Twizzy F., and I’m right here
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| Draped in right gear, this is Young Money, yeah
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| I got these rapers scared of me, I’m the right fear
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| Now their girls asking for me, tell they girls I’m right here (like)
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| Why, kuz I’m a Young Money youngin'
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| Name one way’s that Young Money’s not runnin'
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| Ha, and we the shh, no plungin'
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| And I came to welcome y’all to Young Money’s Dungeon
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| Verse 2(Tyga)
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| Raagh
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| Turn your face off when you fuckin' look at muah
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| Send that Ray Charles to ya, make your vision fall
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| Hell calls, kuz y’all niggas ain’t trustin' the god
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| Put arrows on ya head, no water dog
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| I’m a cough, spittin' god when Young Money bomb
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| Fuck your walls, bitch I’m raw with this condom on
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| Ready, get set, get marks, pistol drawn
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| Start the red liner, log, fire on
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| Picture me pawn, knockin' brochures door-to-door
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| I live on the floor, outside, you couldn’t see the floor
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| At this elevation, elevator, reach the lord
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| Verse 3(Jae Millz)
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| Huge appetite (yes) fuck a half a bite
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| I need that whole pie, dough, and cheese but you could have a slice
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| Nigga, I shut the stage down and smash the mic
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| Plus I kill after parties, I call 'em after lifes
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| To the rap game, Millz don’t make classics
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| And I don’t write songs, bitch, I create caskets
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| Who want a dirtnap (who) your grim reaper is here
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| I compose funerals for you niggas careers
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| Y-your girl said my third leg was super long
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| She gotta lift weights with her tongue, her mouth super strong
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| Heatin' pad jaws, her mouth super warm
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| But right after I’m skatin' like I’m boardin' with some supers on
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| Verse 4(Gudda Gudda)
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| Ugh
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| Semi-automatic arsenal
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| Will slaughter you and turn every part of you to particles
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| Pain is what I ordered you, run is what you oughta do
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| I tear the house down, evict niggas like the mortgage do
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| You niggas gon' bother who, I come from the hardest zoo
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| New Orleans, Murder Capital, that’s where a heart is grew
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| Yeah, I beat the track like a mad man
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| Kuz these niggas is garbage, put these niggas in a trashcan
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| I’m the one-man band and I’m marching while I’m laughin'
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| Drag these bitches off my stage kuz yes, I am the Sandman
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| Gudda Gudda, chain got boo-koo colors like Toucan Sam
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| Reach and you will be an amputee, cut off yo' damn hand |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Dungeon , by - Gudda Gudda. Song from the album Guddaville, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп