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young m.a – bleed lyrics

[intro]
hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah whatever, ayy

[verse 1]
four years later they still sleepin’ on me (sleepin’ on me)
and i ain’t gotta get the strap ’cause i keep it on me
it’s crazy how i got a big d-ck without a d-ck (uh-huh)
it’s young m.a, don’t ever let that name come out yo’ lips (woo)
i’m the big goon
i send my goonies to your crib and you can die inside your livin’ room (crrt)
if gettin’ money mean you dumb, well, f-ck it, i been a fool
and i ain’t just go and get the food, i built the kitchen, too
i’d rather be inside some p-ssy than do this interview
little g-y n-gga, hoes been on me since, like, middle school
break up with a b-tch, by next week i won’t remember you (i won’t remember you)
just because i put it in don’t mean i’m into you
into foreign countries with a foreign chick (woo), foreign whip (woo)
foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign sh-t (uh)
n-ggas wildin’ out in paris, colten you recordin’ this? (huh?)
put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin’ sh-t
f-ck it up on tour and sh-t (f-ck it up)
rem handle the important sh-t
it’s funny how haters throwin’ shots but they ain’t callin’ it (nah)
uh, clear the way, make room, please excuse
that’s a real n-gga walkin’ in

[chorus]
huh? it’s m.a, b-tch (woo)
you got somethin’ on your mind, then say that sh-t (say that sh-t)
we kingpins, this is not a playpen (woo)
in other words, we don’t play that sh-t (we don’t play that)
m.a ’bout to drop, better play that sh-t (better play that)
hoes love me, them n-ggas hate that sh-t (hate that)
they be like, “ooh, i hate that b-tch” (ooh)
ooh, but ain’t they broke and ain’t i rich? (huh)

[verse 2]
ooh, ooh, shake ’em off (shake ’em off)
n-ggas wasn’t on their job, had to lay ’em off
her n-gga wasn’t on his job, had to break her off
three words for these hoes, take it off
ooh, drop panties, no hands please, she don’t need plan bs
she pop’ xannies like it’s candy, that’s why she antsy (ooh)
but she nasty and i’m a thorough bread n-gga with a att-tude
it’s young m.a, make sure that m and a is capital (yes)
being broke is a joke, that’s why i’m never in a laughin’ mood
always got the trap cl!ckin’ like they some tappin’ shoes
it was either get rich or die, i had to choose (ooh)
get rich or die tryin’, curtis jackson move
bipolar, can’t control her, keep a tool with me
strapped across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws
(grr)

[verse 3]
flex, ooh, hercules
in this motherf-ckin’ booth leavin’ third degrees (ooh)
cookin’ crack up in that stu’, i gotta serve the fiends (huh?)
hop in that maybach tell the driver, “umm, curtains please” (woo)
rich and filthy, still rock silky red rose certainly (uh-huh)
black and blue, that green one too, just copped that burgundy (woo)
i swear i try to change my ways but it ain’t work for me (nah)
f-ck a b-tch ’cause currently, my mood is currency (yes)
and i’m sippin’ hennessy, make sure it’s privilege please (ooh)
i’m countin’ up, she said “how much?” i said infinity (woo)
if i don’t come for you, ayy, do not send for me (woo)
’cause i will pop this brand new glock, take her virginity (grr)
uh, big pimpin’, spendin’ gs (spendin’ gs)
what i look like trickin’ on a b-tch, that ain’t did sh-t for me? (what?)
can’t be in my vicinity without abilities (nah)
all you haters hold my nuts and suck my dignity
(suck my dignity)
sheesh

- young m a lyrics

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