Fuck Da Bulls
Lil Wayne Gucci Mane T.I. & Lil Boosie Lyrics
I love the money (I love the money)
I love these racks ( I love these racks)
I love the guap (I love the guap)
I love these bands (I love these bands)
I love these bitches
But they don't understand how a young nigga feel when he hoppin on that beat(When he hoppin on that beat)
I had to tell that lil bitch that we is not friends (Yeah naw we ain't)
She don't understand it
But fuck it I'm gon pop my shit
I'm done hitting them licks
I'm done fucking all of these bitches
Still need some don julio in my motherfucking system
I'm 19 but I'm fucking hoes that are fucking 42 (Shit)
What am I gon do, ain't got notning to prove
But I still got a lot to do ye, lots of drugs I ain't used
Why, why, why, why, why (Yeah nigga why)
Run that shit up
(Shit yeah)
Why these niggas tryna end my motherfucking life
I told my momma that I ain't gon die
Nah, nah
A nigga ain't gon fucking die
Why them bitches playing both fucking side (What)
I seem that shit with my own two fucking eyes
How the fuck they ain't realize that when a young nigga like me pull up to the spot
Everybody gotta drop
I pour my cup ye up with my wok
And this shit cost a whole lotta racks
So don't say that you know what the fuck I'm about
They call me backend and I'm addicted to all typa fashion
And I love my rands (My rands)
And I love the racks (Racks)
And I love the guap (The guap)
And I love these bands
I'm saying fuck her parents
Plus I'm feeling like Ross
So you know that I'm eating pears bitch ( You know that I'm eating pears bitch)
I love these racks ( I love these racks)
I love the guap (I love the guap)
I love these bands (I love these bands)
I love these bitches
But they don't understand how a young nigga feel when he hoppin on that beat(When he hoppin on that beat)
I had to tell that lil bitch that we is not friends (Yeah naw we ain't)
She don't understand it
But fuck it I'm gon pop my shit
I'm done hitting them licks
I'm done fucking all of these bitches
Still need some don julio in my motherfucking system
I'm 19 but I'm fucking hoes that are fucking 42 (Shit)
What am I gon do, ain't got notning to prove
But I still got a lot to do ye, lots of drugs I ain't used
Why, why, why, why, why (Yeah nigga why)
Run that shit up
(Shit yeah)
Why these niggas tryna end my motherfucking life
I told my momma that I ain't gon die
Nah, nah
A nigga ain't gon fucking die
Why them bitches playing both fucking side (What)
I seem that shit with my own two fucking eyes
How the fuck they ain't realize that when a young nigga like me pull up to the spot
Everybody gotta drop
I pour my cup ye up with my wok
And this shit cost a whole lotta racks
So don't say that you know what the fuck I'm about
They call me backend and I'm addicted to all typa fashion
And I love my rands (My rands)
And I love the racks (Racks)
And I love the guap (The guap)
And I love these bands
I'm saying fuck her parents
Plus I'm feeling like Ross
So you know that I'm eating pears bitch ( You know that I'm eating pears bitch)
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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@TestaTheRonin
[Intro] (Uptown!) Yeah, yeah, nigga [Chorus: Birdman] Well let me take ya' to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown), show you what we livin' like (uptown) Well let me take ya' to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown), show you what we livin' like (uptown) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Chyeah! Gangsta to the core Ankle wrap flamer, paint your kitchen floor Wit' your whore, shit you can't ignore Things you endure when you fuckin' wit' the boy All I heard was, "Weezy, don't kill me no more" I hear your bullshit, I play matador I'm outta categor-y, I ain't there wit' y'all I got a positive vibe, but I ain't scared of y'all Get the kid negative, never did that at all That rat-a-tat go off, that blat-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak I gotta bitch so fine her name Pérignon She know how to stash quarters in a carry-on I blow outta town grass when I'm outta town Uptown in the building: not a sound Cuz killas don't get heard about They get whispered about or you get murdered out, nigga!
[Verse 2: Birdman] The first shot, the first nigga got shot We bust him open like a blunt on a Marley, nigga (yeah) A hundred Gs, nigga, score some keys Then we went to the hood and then we started to ballin', nigga We know them people been paper chasin' So we stay out the way, then we pull out the Harleys, nigga We keep the gauge close, in case you won't know You come to the hood? I bet you a target, nigga It's all good 'til you catch a case A nigga never escape 'cause you addicted to money, nigga Well, let me bring you back yesterday A lil' homie I know got full of that barma nigga Fuckin round wit' that Kid-N-Play Nigga fuckin with Gs, a nigga twisted his body, nigga Well, let me tell you 'bout this game I know (You keep flippin' dough, homie?) You'll be riding the flyest, nigga [Hook]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Got it on your mind, let daddy say somethin' All that play buckin', gon get your face buttoned up Now when you smirk, you look like Jay-Z's shirt Fuckin wit' that turf, I'm puffin' on that smurf Fuck it, come holla! And tell that poppa put away your dollas, your son got choppas And if you got enemies, your son got enemies That's uptown energy nigga! [Verse 4: Birdman] Don't waste no time on no bullshit If it ain't hood shit, we spend a lil paper nigga Well if you catch 'em in the hood nigga It's all good shit, go 'head, do me that favor nigga Well let me take you deep down in the inside It's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right It's when you got to ride, it's when the homie die And the money can't stop the pain in the inside [Hook]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!) [Outro: Birdman] Please believe it! Birdman and Birdman Jr.! We hear them bitch ass niggas talking, you heard? But we up by one, you heard? They playing catch-up! Cash Money Millionaires! Hot Beezoh! Birdman, holding it down! You got a problem? You know how we rock, homie! Hold Uptown down, big dog! Big dog! You heard me?
@walungamaandrewkiyingi3780
The euphoria this song still brings in me🙌, birdman n wizzy redefined hip-hop with this classic
@ms.monique9123
I will forever jam this song 🔥🔥🔥
@realtalk6720
You and me both queen. Beat too 🔥
@king504gaming5
This song popped in my head and now I'm finna listen to it for the 5th time straight
@stillbeborn
This beat was a killer in hip-hop history one of my favorite 🔥🔥🔥
@Cardiakk
Had no idea Marques Houston made this beat. That's hilarious.
@stillbeborn
@Cardiakk for real it's outstanding
@stevenbergeron3659
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@markmitchell6880
Facts
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