[Wiz Khalifa] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] [Chorus] yeah, uh huh, you
yellow gold rolex the weight man bitch the whole hood call me Bo flex either the yellow hand Lamb or the starburst 'rari I'm doing too much for you niggas I'm sorry [Chorus
[Chorus] A little sugar, honey suckle lamb Great expression of happiness Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of
] Yeah It's Gucci, What's up baby? Yellow errthing this time, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Yellow rims, yellow big booty, yellowbones Yellow Lambs
[Chorus] I'm my best friend and I'm my worst enemy and no one else can hurt me unless I let them is you feelin me and misery loves company and I had my
Yeah Lookin out the window of a heli-chopta over city lights Makin' it rain, makin' it snow Sunshine.. (Chorus) Been about cash been a, been about cash
, they say my shoe game crazy The mental asylum looking for me You a rookie to me I'm in dat wam Bam purple Lamb' damn bitch you been a fan. [Chorus]
and your lambs up, your grams up Talkin bout buckin each other Probly fuckin each other D-Block dawg, we stuck with each other [Chorus x2] [Verse 3
t hear the sound of your own church bells What you reep is what you get [Chorus] I bring you the weapons of mass destruction E pluribus unum Illusion Delusion [Chorus
tell me u dont feel this ayy u cant say im jus one hit ayy are u bitch niggas serious im quick on track like fast and the furious (chorus) im on a
little miss Mary Mack had buttons all down her back she let Geordie loosen them up and now her belly's fat now mary's little lamb follows her wherever
and bone Fall upon His grace And I begin to feel repeat chorus And when I close my eyes I can see Him hanging there Oh the precious wounded Lamb
White.. White.. White.. White..) [[Okay, See I just bought a White Bulldog, All-White Fish, Ha..White Dishes]] CHORUS 1 White Cutlass, White Lamb,
lie And money don't lie And neither do I Bitch! [Chorus] X6 [Verse 3 - Yo Gotti] I'm trying to count to a billion My bitch Brazilian Hop in that Lamb
I was 17 ridin wit a whole B It was money green, fat boy triple gold Tha 20's era, right when we stop ridin fo's Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch rims glide 6
of the next one The resurrection, imperfection, after death come The black son in the ghetto section The light protect them from the iron weapon This is madness... [Chorus
work clothes Grandpa in the barn yard Miles and miles of yellow wheat fields Greens of clover surround the farm CHORUS; Pet runt pig Baby lambs
covers Then I am gonna move back the sheets Then I am gonna lick it Then I am gonna kiss it Then I am gonna let you back it up on me [Bobby V - Chorus
