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[Chorus:]Where my str8 jacket at... I'm a psychoWhere dat white blo, y dey copy my flowIf it's not young money, it's a typoDere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-oWe don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-oDere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-oIf it's not young money, it's a typoDere dem lights go we don't talk to five-o[Jae Millz:]Mister officer, mister officerI'm sry I don't wanna take a waaalk with yaMatta fact, I ain't trynna talk 2 yaWe ain't got no business, so wat we taaalkn faIt ain't no need to bring me in 4 no interigationCause about dat boi who jus got shot, I gots no informationDese broke ass snitch niggas styll grame shavn {? }@ da pricent writin statementson which your house is da station {DAMN}Not I, tattle tellin is for homosBesides, dats da #1 young money no noPolice, we don't chat with demWe ain't got no wrap for demU in da cop car point niggas out from da back of dem{DERE HE GO}Bac seat informer, your papi shoulda warned yaU even tell PoPo I'm black, & yous a fucn gonerYea u get high, but I get higherManyana, I jjus mite go 2 da half wayhouse and ask your supervisor[Chorus:]Where my str8 jacket at... I'm a psychoWhere dat white blo, y dey copy my flowIf it's not young money, it's a typoDere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-oWe don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-oDere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-oIf it's not young money, it's a typoDere dem lights go we don't talk to five-o[Nicki Minaj:]Cocka doodle doI was out in afric, shaka zulu crewHo ho ho, red stockings toComing down the chimney, your choppe and screwedIt's me bitches, eff u snitches, gimmie da whibbie jibbiesSo excuse my twitches {EXCUSE ME}Lemme get dat brewskie, nggas kno demBitches can't do it like a dooskieI jus pull up, chuck da deuce in sum blue denim,And I jus heard he runni with da lutenantI'm da mistress, I be in da district of columbiaYes uh huh, washingtonBetta ask around, cause I'm wats poppintonI'm who dey think about, playin with dey pee peeGotta count sheep b, cause I'm never sleepyGuess I'm da chief, u can find me in my TP... BITCHES![Chorus:]Where my str8 jacket at... I'm a psychoWhere dat white blo, y dey copy my flowIf it's not young money, it's a typoDere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-oWe don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-oDere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-oIf it's not young money, it's a typoDere dem lights go we don't talk to five-o[Gudda Gudda:]Young money cycle, st8 jacket on meBreak a nigga jaw if he turn 2 informantI bring ya 2 ya door step, loose slips, sank ships niggaSo I'm a bring u 2 da bottom of da ocean [uh chuuch]I hear u preachin like a fucn reverandShould killd u in da first place... no second guessinCoulda killed em with da first and da second weaponDJ Unk em with da hand, I 2 step and deck emDen I grab da choppa, blue flame houston reck emKick a snitch head thru a goal like David BeckamMake way, respect emI could AK attack emU lookn at a gangster in his essenceNow bitch bow down wen a gangster in your presenceCause I'm God's gift like a presentFor 1 don't try me I could giveU 2 lessons u pessants get murdered if u do test emGudda Gudda gotchu[Chorus:]Where my str8 jacket at... I'm a psychoWhere dat white blo, y dey copy my flowIf it's not young money, it's a typoDere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-oWe don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-oDere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-oIf it's not young money, it's a typoDere dem lights go we don't talk to five-o
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