Jae Millz - Run For Mayor Lyrics

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Young Money, Harlem

I got one thing to say before I start this verse, LEGGO

Feeling so good that I might run for mayor

So good I might buy a present for a hater

I just wanna slay her,

You just want to savor

Well good come and get her, let me get back to my paper

Straight from harlem with the cellars and the shavers

To a high rise balcony way in the air

Stand on my own, so I don't need no favors

And the watch on my wrist dumber than any one of Flavor's

Cyclops watch the bitch beam lasers

And all my diamonds wathcing, semi davis

Oh that's you girl, I make her say see you later

Take her home and make her sing like I need the paper

They all under estimated, but I mate it

From that young money flow out we courageous

Yeah we the champs so every day is a celebration

Aint nobody do like this in ages

Not only are we young money, bitch we are the greatest

Catch me in some jordans before you catch me in some gators

No I'm not icy bitch I'm definetly a glacier

Certified ny wife taker

Old school game like walk like frasier

Pockets of money like an open pager

I grew up in an apartment but ima die on an acre

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Tyga

Mass murder every tyga hater

I aint from atlanta but the beat get catered

Eat the 808 bitches say they love my flavor

Cuz I'm a yellow nigga, so I rep the lakers

Wilt chamberlain, hoes in to many places

Player player shit, city's next to where they names is

Famous amos shit, want the cookies with the rasins

I play stages, no games no sages

Rap ragin, move out my fucking way bitch

Are you asian, yup smartest in my age group

I'm fading, and I aint even off nathan

So blatant, and half of these bitches basic

I'm on it, you faling off like humpty dumpty in the yard I'm a fucking dog

Princess shit, write my name on the star

Skinny nigga dough, hoses stepping on my straw

Big boy dough

Gudda

Real fly bitches all see me and they holla

My shades block the sunray, dolci and gabana

Louis breifcase louis bag I'm stylin

Credit cards in my louis wallet when I'm going shoppin

This is young money, so the money aint a problem,

Got my daughter with me, if she want it them I'm going to cop it

All my kids, spearl and ryan, they get everythign they want

They just call daddy and they got it by the morning

I'm an unpaid nigga, under age higga,

I got it made nigga, not bad, I quit school in the 9th grade nigga

Left my mommas house I was still and underaged nigga

I was like, fuck this shit, I gotta get paid nigga

Now it's 2010 and we the hotest in the game,

It's young money mention money when you say my name,

They call me gudda gudda, double g it's all the same

Heroine flow, cocaine, put it in you vein... milzy... we gone kill these niggas in 2010, you hear me? on some g shit, you feel me, you hera, slurring right now?

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