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yvng mickey - hit em up كلمات الأغنية

[intro: yvng mickey ]
(sucka_ass)
i ain’t got no mothaf_ckin’ friends
that’s why i f_cked yo’ b_tch, you fat mothaf_cka!
(take money) west side, bad boy k!llas
(take money) (you know) you know who the realest is
(take money) n_ggas, we bring it too
that’s a’ight, haha
(take money) haha

[verse 1: yvng mickey]
first off, f_ck yo’ b_tch and the clique you claim
westside when we ride, come equipped with game
you claim to be a player, but i f_cked your wife
we bust on bad boys, n_ggas f_cked for life
plus, drac tryna see me, weak hearts i rip
gangsta goofy and junior m.a.f.i.a., some mark_ass b_tches
we keep on comin’ while we runnin’ for your jеwels
steady gunnin’, keep on bustin’ at them fools, you know thе rules
count drac , go ask your homie how i’ll leave ya
cut your young_ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
lil’ daisy, don’t f_ck around with real g’s
quick to sn_tch yo’ ugly ass off the streets, so f_ck peace!
i’ll let them n_ggas know it’s on for life
don’t let the westside ride tonight (hahaha)
bad boy murdered on wax and k!lled
f_ck with me and get yo’ caps peeled, you know
[chorus: yvng mickey ]
see, grab your glocks when you see mickey
call the cops when you see mickey, uh
who shot me? but you punks didn’t finish
now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n_gga, i hit ’em up! (yeah)

[interlude: yvng mickey]
check this out (take money)
you motherf_ckers know what time it is
i don’t even know why i’m on this track (take money)
y’all n_ggas ain’t even on my level
i’ma let my lil’ homies ride on you b_tch_made ass (take money)
bad ay ay ayo hold the f_ck up
boy b_tches, feel it! (take money)

[verse 2: bigmo]
get out the way yo, get out the way yo
gangsta goofy just got dropped
bigbird’, pass the mac and let me hit him in his back
frank white needs to get spanked right for settin’ traps
little accident murderer, and i ain’t never heard of ya
poisonous gats attack when i’m servin’ ya
spank ya, shank ya whole style when i gank
guard your rank ’cause i’ma slam your ass in the paint
drac weaker than the f_ckin’ block i’m runnin’ through, n_gga
and i’m smokin’ junior m.a.f.i.a. in front of you, n_gga
with the ready power tucked in my guess under my eddie bauer
your clout petty/sour, i push packages every hour; i hit ’em up!
[chorus: yvng mickey]
grab your glocks when you see yvng mickey
call the cops when you see yvng mickey, uh
who shot me? but you punks didn’t finish
now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n_gga, we hit ’em up!

[verse 3: yvng mickey]
peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
this ain’t no freestyle battle
all you n_ggas gettin’ k!lled with your mouths open
tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin’
smokin’ dope, it’s like a sherm high
n_ggas think they learned to fly
but they burn, mothaf_cka, you deserve to die
talkin’ about you gettin’ money, but it’s funny to me
all you n_ggas livin’ bummy while you f_ckin’ with me
i’m a self_made millionaire
thug livin’, out of prison, pistols in the air (haha)
biggie, remember when i used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a b_tch to let you sleep in the house?
now it’s all about versace, you copied my style
five shots couldn’t drop me, i took it and smiled
now i’m back to set the record straight
with my ak, i’m still the thug that you love to hate
mothaf_cka, i hit ’em up!
[verse 4: big bird]
i’m from that sesame ‘ where plenty of murders occurs
no points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
now go check the scenario: little cease
i’ll bring you fake g’s to your knees, coppin’ pleas in de janeiro
little kim, is you coked up or doped up?
get your little junior whopper cl!ck smoked up
what the f_ck, is you stupid?
i take money, crash and mash through brooklyn
with my cl!ck lootin’, shootin’ and pollutin’ your block
with a 15_shot c_cked glock to your knot
outlaw mafia clique movin’ up another notch
and your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
all your fake_ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

[verse 5: yvng donald]
you’s a beat biter, a yvng mickey style taker
i’ll tell you to your face, you ain’t sh_t but a faker
softer than alizé with a chaser
’bout to get murdered for the paper
e.d.i. mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceas’ in a choke
gun totin’ smoke, we ain’t no motherf_ckin’ joke
thug life, n_ggas better be knowin’
we approachin’ in the wide open, gun smokin’
no need for hopin’, it’s a battle lost
i got ’em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin’ off
n_gga, i hit ’em up!

[outro: yvng mickey]
now you tell me who won
i see them, they run, hahahaha
they don’t wanna see us (take money)
whole junior m.a.f.i.a. clique dressin’ up tryna be us (take money)
how the f_ck they gonna be the mob
when we always on our job? (take money)
we millionaires
k!llin’ ain’t fair, but somebody gotta do it (take money)
oh yeah, count drac, huh, you wanna f_ck with us? (take money)
you little young_ass mothaf_ckas (take money)
don’t one of you n_ggas got sickle_cell or somethin’? (take money)
you’re f_ckin’ with me, n_gga
you f_ck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
you better back the f_ck up
before you get smacked the f_ck up
this is how we do it on our side
any of you n_ggas from new york that wanna bring it, bring it!
but we ain’t singin’, we bringin’ drama
f_ck you and yo’ motherf_ckin’ mama!
we gon’ k!ll all you motherf_ckers!
now, when i came out, i told you it was just about goofy
then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherf_ckin’ opinion
well, this is how we gonna do this: f_ck count drac! f_ck goofy !
f_ck bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherf_ckin’ crew!
and if you wanna be down with bad boy, then f_ck you too!
mario, f_ck you too!
all you motherf_ckers, f_ck you too!
(take money, take money)
all of y’all motherf_ckers, f_ck you, die slow!
motherf_cker, my .44 make sho’ all y’all kids don’t grow!
you motherf_ckers can’t be us or see us
we motherf_ckin’ thug life ridas
westside ’til we die!
out here in the traphouse, n_gga, we warned ya
we’ll bomb on you motherf_ckers! we do our job!
you think you mob? n_gga, we the motherf_ckin’ mob!
ain’t nothin’ but k!llas
and the real n_ggas, all you motherf_ckers feel us
our sh_t goes triple and 4_quadruple (take money)
you n_ggas laugh ’cause our staff got guns under they motherf_ckas belts
you know how it is: when we drop records, they felt
you n_ggas can’t feel it, we the realest
f_ck ’em, we goofy k!llas!

- yvng mickey

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