Young Money lyrics

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Gudda Gudda


Ha!
Tyga
One verse wouldn't hurt.,
Pharell said f*ck ya' n*ggas
Ha ha ha, shame on you b*tch
Let the streets know
Let the streets know

[Verse 1] Tyga
Who the hottest n*ggas out boy, young money
We could buy you n*ggas out if we really wanted
Car transformin, the grill george foreman
What i paid for was your house plus mortgage
Rap borin' and you n*ggas ain't even tourin'
I just bought a fly b*tch now that b*tch tourin
My swag soarin sharper than source award wards is
Award me best horror Tyga monster
Willy wonk ya welcome to my chocolate f*ckers

Cherry pop em' like bubble wrap in the boxes
That girl boppa be tweetin all the homies watch her
Binoculars the only way you gone see me partner
My life is awsome i'm on so you know she off one
I'm in zone home girl stop c*ck blockin'
b*tch roosters on my watch rubies tick tockin'
Young money goblins we are a f*ckin' problem
[hook] Tyga
b*tch im young money, b*tch im young money
b*tch im young money, b*tch im young money
b*tch im young money, b*tch im young money
b*tch im young money, b*tch im young money
b*tch im young money, b*tch im young
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