504 Boyz - Yeah Yeah
ft. Slay Sean, Young BlazeYeah yeah, yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah[Master P]Check my status, then check my nameYou want to win give me the ball, the last play of the gameCause I'm a big time baller, shot callerFrom Uptown, got a house and a quarterYou wanna fight me, then bite meStop tripping cause your baby mama like meWe roll Benzes, Beamers, FerrarisThen we smoked out our band new parlayI'm like Randy Moss, throw me a passI'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your assCall me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovyI ain't R. Kelly, don't make no moviesBut I'll freak you, won't beat youYou buck then I'll be the preacherWe in it, we winningThey can't stop the New No Limit[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]You wanna be me, we off the heezyCatch me on the block, black V-TweezyYou see the rims spinning, yeah we still winningWho we be, the New No Limit[Slay Sean]Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddyYou see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karatsDog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavishYa'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in ParisI got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbageYou ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassedWe push the hottest whips, we on that baller shitWe cop our jewels like rat, give me all of thisBout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kidI'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wristMy whole crew is thick, you can not fool with thisI'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it[Chorus - 2x][Young Blaze]Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mixYou could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricksIn that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the OAnd you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slowerSip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a RoverYes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinningLike if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning[Chorus - 2x]
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