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  • Young M.A – Thotiana (Remix) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Red life baby
    Suu whoop

    [Verse 1]
    I keep a bad bitch not a catfish (okay)
    My last bitch, left her in the past tense (okay)
    Thotiana, real name Tatiana (okay)
    Body like Rihanna but she not Rihanna (no way)
    I make the pussy wet she need a mopi-ana (oooh)
    When she bust down make her butt sound like a Glock-iana
    She love it when I eat the boxi-iana (oooh)
    Make her body jerk, legs lock-iana (oooh)
    I beat the pussy then I beat the block-iana (beat it)
    ‘Cause bitch I gotta get back to the guap-iana (beat it)
    She my trap queen call her Trapiana (oooh)
    And we strap-iana never like the honor
    I hit her from the back she got the fatty on her (oooh)
    She can turn a bad day into a happy hour (ayy)
    And she got that coochie oochie wallie wallie (ayy)
    And my shmoney dance then I catch her body (shmoney)
    Me you and Hennessy do not try me (try me)
    I just wanna put my face in that punani (brrr)
    We don’t love Headphanie we don’t love no thotties (nope)
    She put my name on it she my walking ID (oooh)
    Kill the kitty now she a walking zombie (okay)
    Make the pussy drip drip drip drip like a IV

    OOOUUU Thotiana half-savage half-primadonna (ahh)
    I don’t want the check if I don’t see a comma (no-no)
    When I see her pussy I see the Bahamas
    You wanna cry in a Bentley you’ll cry in Honda
    You want the steak and lobster or you want McDonald’s
    Bitch make a choice ’cause it’s either either
    She said she sticking with a nigga like Benihanas (yeah)
    Paparazzi taking pictures of us
    A nigga said she should’ve duck quicker Lori-ana (Ooooh I see you baby)
    I told her put the hoodie on I was tryna hide her
    Homie tricking on her I just bought her flowers (facts)
    Before I buy a bitch I need to know her mileage
    50K or more she a thotiana (yeah she a thot)
    And every nigga drive her, no, no, no that’s a nada (no no)
    We ain’t buying Gucci, we ain’t buying Prada (no no)
    Let’s get it!
    It’s MA, it’s Red Life baby
    OOOUUU


  • Young M.A – Hot Sauce

    [Intro]
    Straight off the top
    M.A bring them hoes out
    Redlyfe bring them poles out

    [Verse]
    Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)
    I’m already sipping
    Got five voicemails, I just left the brib
    And my bitch, she already tripping
    Blu just rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
    I’m like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
    Puff puff drink, I don’t wanna think
    Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait
    I’m in another zone, I’m in another zone
    My girl getting on my nerves, I ain’t going home
    Ain’t got time for this shit (I don’t got time for this shit)
    I ain’t got time for this bitch (I don’t got time for this bitch)
    Throwing ones like money grow on trees
    So when I look down all I see is green
    Never look for love in the strip club
    Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait
    Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl
    Where you think you going with that big butt?
    Brown water sippin’ in that big cup
    My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts
    Chill dude, you are not a tough guy
    Not the only one with a gun, guy
    My hitters like shootin’ shit for fun, guy
    Head shot, hit the boy one time
    Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense
    I used to bag the work in them apartments
    Now I get a bag for a walkthrough
    If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to
    While they making disses I’m just making hits
    ‘Cause if it don’t make dollars it don’t make no sense
    This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
    But I just can’t relate ’cause that’s what lames do
    Big brown bone, she look like Babe Ruth
    She let me hit it out the park like I’m Babe Ruth
    Then I hit my dougie, ooh I’m pretty though
    Bring that Hilfiger back and I’m jiggy though
    Niggas know I’m hot but they envy though
    Oh well, at least my bitch is with me ho
    This her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
    She get in her Birk when they put this on
    Owww, that’s the thot call
    OOOUUU, shawty got that hot sauce
    My guys don’t talk, they just pop off
    If a thot tryna front, she’ll get dropped off
    My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off
    I’m in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on
    Doin’ 95 just to piss a cop off
    Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
    Bitch I got that hot sauce
    So NY with these Timbs on
    And shoutout to the girls who don’t wear sew-ins
    Cause it’s all about my bitches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
    You don’t got no hot sauce
    You are not hot, you a knockoff
    Fuck around boy and get your top knocked off
    Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
    And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off
    And you know this the beat I can bop on
    Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on ’em
    Yeah we bop, I’ma bop, I’ma bop on ’em
    OOOUUU
    Yeah we got that hot sauce
    But you niggas got no hot sauce
    This the type of beat I can bop on
    I need a quick thot that can top off
    This the year that I really get my guap on
    And you know the whole game, I got a lock on
    It’s Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
    Redlyfe got that hot sauce
    Shawty you don’t got no hot sauce
    Nah, you don’t got no hot sauce
    You don’t got no hot sauce
    Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot sauce


  • Young M.A – Kween (Freestyle)

    [Intro]
    Oh man, what’s wrong with these niggas man?
    Motherfuckers thought they was gon’
    They thought they was gon’ count me out man?
    Like I ain’t a part of this shit
    Like I ain’t go hard for this shit
    Like I ain’t the god of this shit
    Yeah, I said it
    It’s MA
    I know these niggas hating, but I inspire these niggas on the low man
    I believe that shit
    I inspire you niggas

    [Verse]
    Surprise motherfuckers
    Open your eyes motherfuckers
    M.A where you been?
    It’s about time motherfucker
    I just been on my grind like a motherfucker
    I apologize
    Now I’m back on these beats doing homicides
    I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise
    And I had to put that joy back in my momma’s eyes
    Devil tried to bring me down but I don’t run, I rise
    I bet if they was in my shoes they’ll probably run and hide
    They don’t really want the truth they rather run with lies
    You damn right I’m touching money and I’m touching lives
    I got the crown too
    I’m a queen, I’m who they bow to
    If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too
    It’s Brooklyn, I run the town too
    They hold me down, I hold them down too
    A new year, so It’s round two
    I can’t believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer
    That’s like saying you drove a whip without no tires
    That’s like saying you had it lit without no fire
    Moral of the story is they all liars
    Funny guys, bummy guys
    I know Flex ‘gon spin this about 20 times
    I’m up now with my watch on sunny side
    Now all I see is carrots like a bunny’s eyes
    I’m in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes
    I’m still dwelling on the fact that I’m countrywide
    Shout out to my VA niggas them my country guys
    9 years, I was raised on the countryside
    Now I’m 25 getting checks
    Doing more, saying less
    Working more, playing less
    Giving more, taking less
    I just wish niggas was focused more, hatin’ less
    On the grind, waitin’ less
    Being real, fakin’ less
    You don’t sound believable they won’t believe in you
    That’s why I really speak about what I really do
    Yeah I’m hot but I keep it cool, humble shit
    And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle shit
    I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel shit
    This New York, we ain’t supposed to do that mumble shit
    We don’t run we run shit
    On some son you shit
    M.A coming for they heads on some frontal shit
    I’m back focused, money ain’t folding
    Yeah I took a break, but I ain’t broken
    They say, "I’m changing"
    I say, "I’m growing"
    And I say, "they all full of shit" like a colon
    They talk about me like they past perfect
    Like they present pretty, like they future flawless
    Like this world ain’t got drug addicts and alcoholics
    Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion
    Like me being gay is so fucking important
    We all sinnin’ nigga, I don’t give a fuck what you call it
    The only man that can judge me is the man above
    Too much hate y’all need to open up a can of love
    How you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug
    Saying I’m a thief somebody must’ve hand them drugs
    They thought OOOUUU was the only thing I had for ’em
    They thought I ain’t have something in the stash for ’em
    I see a crown damn right I’ma grab for it
    Where I’m from, we just take it we don’t ask for it
    On my way to success I got a map for it
    And for my dreams, yup, I’m still running laps for it
    You can see it in my eyes, it’s still hunger there
    I’m still looking to the sky ’cause my brother there
    Went from stashing OCs in my underwear
    To 2016 being my fucking year
    Now I’m back here another year
    And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it’s nothing there
    Don’t get mad, get money, get on your grizzy
    I don’t respond to you niggas because I’m busy
    My eyes low because I’m tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy
    Had to chill on that Henny for my my liver and kidneys
    Hair still frizzy
    Loud still pissy
    How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60
    Independent at my own label
    At my own table and I’m so grateful
    What don’t break you make you
    So to them motherfuckers throwing stones, thank you


  • Young M.A – Kween

    [Intro]
    Oh man, what’s wrong with these niggas man?
    Motherfuckers thought they was gon’
    They thought they was gon’ count me out man?
    Like I ain’t a part of this shit
    Like I ain’t go hard for this shit
    Like I ain’t the god of this shit
    Yeah, I said it
    It’s MA
    I know these niggas hating, but I inspire these niggas on the low man
    I believe that shit
    I inspire you niggas

    [Verse]
    Surprise motherfuckers
    Open your eyes motherfuckers
    M.A where you been?
    It’s about time motherfucker
    I just been on my grind like a motherfucker
    I apologize
    Now I’m back on these beats doing homicides
    I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise
    And I had to put that joy back in my momma’s eyes
    Devil tried to bring me down but I don’t run, I rise
    I bet if they was in my shoes they’ll probably run and hide
    They don’t really want the truth they rather run with lies
    You damn right I’m touching money and I’m touching lives
    I got the crown too
    I’m a queen, I’m who they bow too
    If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too
    It’s Brooklyn, I run the town too
    They hold me down, I hold them down too
    A new year, so It’s round two
    I can’t believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer
    That’s like saying you drove a whip without no tires
    That’s like saying you had it lit without no fire
    Moral of the story is they all liars
    Funny guys, bummy guys
    I know Flex ‘gon spin this about 20 times
    I’m up now with my watch on sunny side
    Now all I see is carrots like a bunny’s eyes
    I’m in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes
    I’m still dwelling on the fact that I’m countrywide
    Shout out to my VA niggas them my country guys
    9 years, I was raised on the countryside
    Now I’m 25 getting checks
    Doing more, saying less
    Working more, playing less
    Giving more, taking less
    I just wish niggas was focused more, hatin’ less
    On the grind, waitin’ less
    Being real, fakin’ less
    You don’t sound believable they won’t believe in you
    That’s why I really speak about what I really do
    Yeah I’m hot but I keep it cool, humble shit
    And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle shit
    I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel shit
    This New York, we ain’t supposed to do that mumble shit
    We don’t run we run shit
    On some son you shit
    M.A coming for they heads on some frontal shit
    I’m back focused, money ain’t folding
    Yeah I took a break, but I ain’t broken
    They say, "I’m changing"
    I say, "I’m growing"
    And I say, "they all full of shit" like a colon
    They talk about me like they past perfect
    Like they present pretty, like they future flawless
    Like this world ain’t got drug addicts and alcoholics
    Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion
    Like me being gay is so fucking important
    We all sinnin’ nigga, I don’t give a fuck what you call it
    The only man that can judge me is the man above
    Too much hate y’all need to open up a can of love
    How you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug
    Saying I’m a thief somebody must’ve hand them drugs
    They thought OOOUUU was the only thing I had for ’em
    They thought I ain’t have something in the stash for ’em
    I see a crown damn right I’ma grab for it
    Where I’m from, we just take it we don’t ask for it
    On my way to success I got a map for it
    And for my dreams, yup, I’m still running laps for it
    You can see it in my eyes, it’s still hunger there
    I’m still looking to the sky ’cause my brother there
    Went from stashing OCs in my underwear
    To 2016 being my fucking year
    Now I’m back here another year
    And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it’s nothing there
    Don’t get mad, get money, get on your grizzy
    I don’t respond to you niggas because I’m busy
    My eyes low because I’m tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy
    Had to chill on that Henny for my my liver and kidneys
    Hair still frizzy
    Loud still pissy
    How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60
    Independent at my own label
    At my own table and I’m so grateful
    What don’t break you make you
    So to them motherfuckers throwing stones, thank you


  • Young M.A – OOOUUU lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yo bro, I think I had too much Hennessy man
    This Hennessy getting to me
    I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
    I’m a little drizz
    But we in the club man, OOOUUU

    [Verse]
    Yea they hate but they broke though (they broke though)
    And when it’s time to pop they a no-show
    Yea I’m pretty but I’m loco (yeah I’m loco)
    The loud got me moving slow-mo
    Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? (where the hoes bro)
    Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? (where the hoes tho)
    That other nigga, he a bozo (he a bozo)
    It’s M.A, you don’t know ho? (you don’t know ho)
    We got liquor by the boatload (that Henny)
    Disrespect the Lyfe that’s a no-no (that’s a no-no)
    All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
    I ride for my guys, that’s the bro code (that’s the bro code)
    Baby gave me head, that’s a low blow (that’s a low blow)
    Damn she make me weak when she deep throat (when she deep throat)
    I need a rich bitch not a cheap ho (not a cheap ho)
    They be on that hate shit, I peep tho (yo I peep tho)
    My brother told me fuck em’, get that money sis (go fuck em’)
    You just keep on grindin’ on ya hungry shit (aha)
    Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit (ignore the funny shit)
    Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnit clips
    And we go zero to a hundred quick (ooouuu)
    We just them niggas you ain’t fucking with (oh no)
    Pockets on a chubby chick (ah)
    And still go bag a thottie in some bummy shit (ooouuu)
    Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
    Like I don’t always keep the hammer next to me?
    Like I ain’t got a hitter to the left of me?
    Like we ain’t in these streets more than Sesame?
    If that’s your chick, then why she texting me?
    Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
    Every time I’m out, why she stressing me?
    You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
    I don’t open doors for a whore
    I just want the neck, nothin’ more
    Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
    When you tired of your man, give me a call
    Dyke bitches talking out they jaw
    Next minute calling for the law
    This nine will have them calling for the lord
    They ain’t getting shmoney so they bored
    I could never lose, what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock, man of course
    They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
    These haters on my body shake em’ off
    Pussy I’m a bully and a boss
    I’m killing them, sorry for your loss
    I just caught a body, Randy Moss (R.I.P.)
    Now this year I’m really going off

    [Outro]
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body, shake em’ off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em’ off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body shake em’ off
    I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
    I could never lose what you thought?
    This henny got me, it got me sauced
    This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
    I could never lose what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock man of course
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu


  • 50 Cent Feat. Young M.A – Ooouuu (Remix) Lyrics

    (Intro – Young M.A. & 50 Cent)
    Yo bro
    What’s up?
    I think I had too much Hennessy, man
    I’m f**king with that Effen
    This Hennessy getting to me
    I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
    Who that? They with us?
    I’m a little drizz
    Let em in, let em 50
    But we in the club, man, OOOUUU

    (Verse 1 – 50 Cent)
    I let my young ni**as drill like power tools
    Power on every week, I make power moves
    Talk what? I come through with all kinds of juice
    Beat the case, come to court with all kinds of Jews
    Got your bi**h telling me to go slow
    She bouncing on the stick like a pogo
    She went below the belt, that’s a low-blow
    Then tried to take a selfie, that’s a no-no
    Ni**as be hating on the low though, I see em
    See me in the Coupe or that four-door, yeah
    You say you the plug, where the dough go? dough go
    We throw that at them hoes in the go-go
    50 back on that bulls**t
    You cool with my opps, we ain’t cool, bi**h
    You got to watch how you do s**t
    That’s just not how real ni**as do s**t

    (Chorus – Young M.A)
    Ooouuu, ooouuu
    These haters on my body, shake em off

    (Verse 2 – Young M.A)
    Yea they hate but they broke though, they broke though
    And when it’s time to pop they a no-show
    Yea I’m pretty but I’m loco, yeah I’m loco
    The loud got me moving slow-mo
    Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? Where the hoes bro
    Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? Where the hoes tho
    That other ni**a, he a bozo, he a bozo
    It’s M.A, you don’t know ho? You don’t know ho
    We got liquor by the boatload, that Henny
    Disrespect the Lyfe that’s a no-no, that’s a no-no
    All my ni**as dressed in that rojo, Redlyfe
    I ride for my guys, that’s the bro code, that’s the bro code
    Baby gave me head, that’s a low blow, that’s a low blow
    Damn she make me weak when she deep throat, when she deep throat
    I need a rich bi**h not a cheap ho, not a cheap ho
    They be on that hate s**t, I peep tho, yo I peep tho
    My brother told me f**k em, get that money sis, go f**k em
    You just keep on grinding on ya hungry s**t aha
    Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny s**t, ignore the funny s**t
    Cause if a ni**a violate, we got a hunnit clips
    And we go zero to a hundred quick, ooouuu
    We just them ni**as you ain’t f**king with, oh no
    Pockets on a chubby chick ah
    And still go bag a thottie in some bummy s**t (ooouuu)
    Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
    Like I don’t always keep the hammer next to me?
    Like I ain’t got a hitter to the left of me?
    Like we ain’t in these streets more than Sesame?
    If that’s your chick, then why she texting me?
    Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
    Every time I’m out, why she stressing me?
    You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
    I don’t open doors for a whore
    I just want the neck, nothing more
    Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
    When you tired of your man, give me a call
    Dyke bi**hes talking out they jaw
    Next minute calling for the law
    This nine will have them calling for the lord
    They ain’t getting shmoney so they bored
    I could never lose, what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock, man of course
    They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
    These haters on my body shake em off
    Pussy I’m a bully and a boss
    I’m killing them, sorry for your loss
    I just caught a body, Randy Moss R.I.P.
    Now this year I’m really going off

    (Outro – Young M.A.)
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body, shake em off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em’ off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body shake em off
    I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
    I could never lose what you thought?
    This henny got me, it got me sauced
    This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
    I could never lose what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock man of course
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu


  • 50 Cent – Ooouuu (Remix) letras

    [Intro: Young M.A. & 50 Cent]
    Yo bro
    What’s up?
    I think I had too much Hennessy, man
    I’m fucking with that Effen
    This Hennessy getting to me
    I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
    Who that? They with us?
    I’m a little drizz
    Let ’em in, let ’em – 50
    But we in the club, man, OOOUUU

    [Verse 1: 50 Cent]
    I let my young niggas drill like power tools
    Power on every week, I make power moves
    Talk what? I come through with all kinds of juice
    Beat the case, come to court with all kinds of Jews
    Got your bitch telling me to go slow
    She bouncing on the stick like a pogo
    She went below the belt, that’s a low-blow
    Then tried to take a selfie, that’s a no-no
    Niggas be hating on the low though (I see ’em)
    See me in the Coupe or that four-door (yeah)
    You say you the plug, where the dough go? (dough go)
    We throw that at them hoes in the go-go
    50 back on that bullshit
    You cool with my opps, we ain’t cool, bitch
    You got to watch how you do shit
    That’s just not how real niggas do shit
    [Hook: Young M.A]
    Ooouuu, ooouuu
    These haters on my body, shake ’em off

    [Verse 2: Young M.A]
    Yea they hate but they broke though (they broke though)
    And when it’s time to pop they a no-show
    Yea I’m pretty but I’m loco (yeah I’m loco)
    The loud got me moving slow-mo
    Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? (where the hoes bro)
    Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? (where the hoes tho)
    That other nigga, he a bozo (he a bozo)
    It’s M.A, you don’t know ho? (you don’t know ho)
    We got liquor by the boatload (that Henny)
    Disrespect the Lyfe that’s a no-no (that’s a no-no)
    All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
    I ride for my guys, that’s the bro code (that’s the bro code)
    Baby gave me head, that’s a low blow (that’s a low blow)
    Damn she make me weak when she deep throat (when she deep throat)
    I need a rich bitch not a cheap ho (not a cheap ho)
    They be on that hate shit, I peep tho (yo I peep tho)
    My brother told me fuck em’, get that money sis (go fuck em’)
    You just keep on grindin’ on ya hungry shit (aha)
    Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit (ignore the funny shit)
    Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnit clips
    And we go zero to a hundred quick (ooouuu)
    We just them niggas you ain’t fucking with (oh no)
    Pockets on a chubby chick (ah)
    And still go bag a thottie in some bummy shit (ooouuu)
    Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
    Like I don’t always keep the hammer next to me?
    Like I ain’t got a hitter to the left of me?
    Like we ain’t in these streets more than Sesame?
    If that’s your chick, then why she texting me?
    Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
    Every time I’m out, why she stressing me?
    You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
    I don’t open doors for a whore
    I just want the neck, nothin’ more
    Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
    When you tired of your man, give me a call
    Dyke bitches talking out they jaw
    Next minute calling for the law
    This nine will have them calling for the lord
    They ain’t getting shmoney so they bored
    I could never lose, what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock, man of course
    They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
    These haters on my body shake em’ off
    Pussy I’m a bully and a boss
    I’m killing them, sorry for your loss
    I just caught a body, Randy Moss (R.I.P.)
    Now this year I’m really going off

    [Outro: Young M.A.]
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body, shake em’ off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em’ off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body shake em’ off
    I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
    I could never lose what you thought?
    This henny got me, it got me sauced
    This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
    I could never lose what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock man of course
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu