[Lil' Twist:]
Uh
Lil'Twist a monster, now watch me get 'em
Why they try my flows on when they can't fit 'em
Got my shoes from overseas, when they can't get 'em
These young rappers like toddlers, watch me babysit 'em
It's Mr. Twizzy F., and I'm right here
Draped in right gear, this is Young Money, yeah
I got these rapers scared of me, I'm the right fear
Now their girls asking for me, tell they girls I'm right here (like)
Why, kuz I'm a Young Money youngin'
Name one way's that Young Money's not runnin'
Ha, and we the shh, no plungin'
And I came to welcome y'all to Young Money's Dungeon
[Tyga:]
Raagh
Turn your face off when you f*ckin' look at muah
Send that Ray Charles to ya, make your vision fall
Hell calls, kuz y'all niggaz ain't trustin' the god
Put arrows on ya head, no water dog
I'm a cough, spittin' god when Young Money bomb
F*ck your walls, bitch I'm raw with this condom on
Ready, get set, get marks, pistol drawn
Start the red liner, log, fire on
Picture me pawn, knockin' brochures door-to-door
I live on the floor, outside, you couldn't see the floor
At this elevation, elevator, reach the lord
Young Money, f*ck these other niggaz do it for
[Jae Millz:]
Huge appetite (yes) f*ck a half a bite
I need that whole pie, dough, and cheese but you could have a slice
Nigga, I shut the stage down and smash the mic
Plus I kill after parties, I call 'em after lifes
To the rap game, Millz don't make classics
And I don't write songs, bitch, I create caskets
Who want a dirtnap (who) your grim reaper is here
I compose funerals for you niggaz careers
Y-your girl said my third leg was super long
She gotta lift weights with her tongue, her mouth super strong
Heatin' pad jaws, her mouth super warm
But right after I'm skatin' like I'm boardin' with some supers on
[Gudda Gudda:]
Ugh
Semi-automatic arsenal
Will slaughter you and turn every part of you to particles
Pain is what I ordered you, run is what you oughta do
I tear the house down, evict niggaz like the mortgage do
You niggaz gon' bother who, I come from the hardest zoo
New Orleans, Murder Capital, that's where a heart is grew
Yeah, I beat the track like a mad man
Kuz these niggaz is garbage, put these niggaz in a trashcan
I'm the one-man band and I'm marching while I'm laughin'
Drag these bitches off my stage kuz yes, I am the Sandman
Gudda Gudda, chain got boo-koo colors like Toucan Sam
Reach and you will be an amputee, cut off yo' damn hand
Gudda Gudda - The Dungeon Lyrics
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[Lil' Twist:]
Uh
Lil'Twist a monster, now watch me get 'em
Why they try my flows on when they can't fit 'em
Got my shoes from overseas, when they can't get 'em
These young rappers like toddlers, watch me babysit 'em
It's Mr. Twizzy F., and I'm right here
Draped in right gear, this is Young Money, yeah
I got these rapers scared of me, I'm the right fear
Now their girls asking for me, tell they girls I'm right here (like)
Why, kuz I'm a Young Money youngin'
Name one way's that Young Money's not runnin'
Ha, and we the shh, no plungin'
And I came to welcome y'all to Young Money's Dungeon
[Tyga:]
Raagh
Turn your face off when you f*ckin' look at muah
Send that Ray Charles to ya, make your vision fall
Hell calls, kuz y'all niggaz ain't trustin' the god
Put arrows on ya head, no water dog
I'm a cough, spittin' god when Young Money bomb
F*ck your walls, bitch I'm raw with this condom on
Ready, get set, get marks, pistol drawn
Start the red liner, log, fire on
Picture me pawn, knockin' brochures door-to-door
I live on the floor, outside, you couldn't see the floor
At this elevation, elevator, reach the lord
Young Money, f*ck these other niggaz do it for
[Jae Millz:]
Huge appetite (yes) f*ck a half a bite
I need that whole pie, dough, and cheese but you could have a slice
Nigga, I shut the stage down and smash the mic
Plus I kill after parties, I call 'em after lifes
To the rap game, Millz don't make classics
And I don't write songs, bitch, I create caskets
Who want a dirtnap (who) your grim reaper is here
I compose funerals for you niggaz careers
Y-your girl said my third leg was super long
She gotta lift weights with her tongue, her mouth super strong
Heatin' pad jaws, her mouth super warm
But right after I'm skatin' like I'm boardin' with some supers on
[Gudda Gudda:]
Ugh
Semi-automatic arsenal
Will slaughter you and turn every part of you to particles
Pain is what I ordered you, run is what you oughta do
I tear the house down, evict niggaz like the mortgage do
You niggaz gon' bother who, I come from the hardest zoo
New Orleans, Murder Capital, that's where a heart is grew
Yeah, I beat the track like a mad man
Kuz these niggaz is garbage, put these niggaz in a trashcan
I'm the one-man band and I'm marching while I'm laughin'
Drag these bitches off my stage kuz yes, I am the Sandman
Gudda Gudda, chain got boo-koo colors like Toucan Sam
Reach and you will be an amputee, cut off yo' damn hand
Uh
Lil'Twist a monster, now watch me get 'em
Why they try my flows on when they can't fit 'em
Got my shoes from overseas, when they can't get 'em
These young rappers like toddlers, watch me babysit 'em
It's Mr. Twizzy F., and I'm right here
Draped in right gear, this is Young Money, yeah
I got these rapers scared of me, I'm the right fear
Now their girls asking for me, tell they girls I'm right here (like)
Why, kuz I'm a Young Money youngin'
Name one way's that Young Money's not runnin'
Ha, and we the shh, no plungin'
And I came to welcome y'all to Young Money's Dungeon
[Tyga:]
Raagh
Turn your face off when you f*ckin' look at muah
Send that Ray Charles to ya, make your vision fall
Hell calls, kuz y'all niggaz ain't trustin' the god
Put arrows on ya head, no water dog
I'm a cough, spittin' god when Young Money bomb
F*ck your walls, bitch I'm raw with this condom on
Ready, get set, get marks, pistol drawn
Start the red liner, log, fire on
Picture me pawn, knockin' brochures door-to-door
I live on the floor, outside, you couldn't see the floor
At this elevation, elevator, reach the lord
Young Money, f*ck these other niggaz do it for
[Jae Millz:]
Huge appetite (yes) f*ck a half a bite
I need that whole pie, dough, and cheese but you could have a slice
Nigga, I shut the stage down and smash the mic
Plus I kill after parties, I call 'em after lifes
To the rap game, Millz don't make classics
And I don't write songs, bitch, I create caskets
Who want a dirtnap (who) your grim reaper is here
I compose funerals for you niggaz careers
Y-your girl said my third leg was super long
She gotta lift weights with her tongue, her mouth super strong
Heatin' pad jaws, her mouth super warm
But right after I'm skatin' like I'm boardin' with some supers on
[Gudda Gudda:]
Ugh
Semi-automatic arsenal
Will slaughter you and turn every part of you to particles
Pain is what I ordered you, run is what you oughta do
I tear the house down, evict niggaz like the mortgage do
You niggaz gon' bother who, I come from the hardest zoo
New Orleans, Murder Capital, that's where a heart is grew
Yeah, I beat the track like a mad man
Kuz these niggaz is garbage, put these niggaz in a trashcan
I'm the one-man band and I'm marching while I'm laughin'
Drag these bitches off my stage kuz yes, I am the Sandman
Gudda Gudda, chain got boo-koo colors like Toucan Sam
Reach and you will be an amputee, cut off yo' damn hand