Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song YM Banger, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
YM Banger |
| Ok I’m leaning to the left |
| flag in my right pockets |
| star track fly, unidentified flying objects |
| extraterrestrial I’m all about my decimels |
| retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow |
| sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards |
| Gudda speak crack and you niggas is crack addicts |
| the simple mathematics |
| you cut the check and I rake in the green like I’m raking the grass in |
| pretty bitches damn near feint when they passing |
| call my whip Martin but the first name Aston |
| potato head niggas get mashed when I’m spazzin' |
| think you fucking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt it |
| I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it |
| you niggas is Ducks Howards, cowards |
| kill the competition and hsower niggas with flowers |
| this rap shit is ours |
| pop bitch |
| Uh, uptown back in it |
| Hollygrove black menace |
| black clothes, black tennis |
| black semi, |
| I’ve never sat in hemi |
| that would offend me |
| try Maybach on Maybach |
| bitch I got stacks yeah |
| paychecks on paychecks |
| and I still want payback |
| and I still don’t play that |
| I kill on asap |
| and you don’t do shit but get money all day |
| put some shoes on my bullets now they running your way |
| YM young mula young money all day |
| where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay |
| which one of y’all say you want drama I’m honoured |
| I blitz your ass like a muthafucking lineman |
| stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma’s |
| still wear red like an old 49ner |
| fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya |
| Weezy F baby bitch I hotter than Uganda |
| Ughhh!!! |
| Mama aint make me to make homies |
| she make me to make history |
| so doing that’s my extra-curicular activity |
| bulldozer boy and my target is the industry |
| Two things I love in the World, good head and victory |
| you aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me |
| your whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T |
| This is misery, no Cathy Bates |
| come at me sideways my money slap ya straight |
| yeah I’m a big joker so you know I special ace |
| leave the club with ya girl send her home with an ashy face |
| love is a gamble but it’s my casino |
| pretend that your the loser I hope that she |
| I hope the game got life insurance |
| cause I’m kill it |
| and all you wack ass rap niggas dying with it |
| I’m so harlem eating but still starving |
| pockets full of fat like all I do is eat margarine |
| Millz |
| put the flow in the pot |
| crank up the notch |
| burn the song from a stove top |
| it’s finger licking hot |
| his pitch flip cause the nigga flop |
| my shit hit like the pitch was soft |
| niggas cotton balled |
| she dropped drawers cause she poppin off |
| her pussy cross guard but I don’t stop at all |
| I smash in the car, like fuck the fucking law |
| I bet daddy gone, who wanna make shit done |
| the rocky shit |
| shittin on em like hittin the barn |
| hey wait they say money talks |
| man you don’t speak at all |
| you shop at mini malls |
| my style two thumbs up like using analogues |
| I wreck shit for the recognition bitch |
| Jesus as my witness, say evision |
| I bore you niggas flame flicker |
| I melt pictures |
| Tyga skin aint drippin' |