Letra de YM Salute - Lil Wayne

(Feat. Lil Chuckee, Nicki Minaj, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda, Lil Twist)

Better strap up your boots

Before they start to shoot

Then do it for the troops

It's Young Money salute

So sick with the flow

Yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist

Been a pro way before Romo or T.O

No Witten, Cowboys to a Piston

A.I., no Wallace, your kids gettin' demolished

I'm bookin' on your suckers like I'm just leaving college

But smart, very smart - too smart for your knowledge

Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius

It's YME, nothin' gets in between us

Tell Wayne I'm goin' in like somebody 'bout to bury me

In this rap game, nobody could ever bury me

That's why you see me on stage rockin' with Young Money

I told my team I got us man, it's all on me

Like Volume two B.G., I got my crew with me

Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki

Every time I'm on the track it's ransom

Can't find 'em like us anymore, it's random

When Young Money come through you better salute us

Better strap up your boots

Before they start to shoot

Then do it for the troops

It's Young Money salute

Hey I solemnly swear if it ever go down

You ain't never got to call me 'cause I'ma be there

Let's get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shell toes

Strapped like Velcro and is we running hell no

And truthfully, aimin' for number one, oh do we

You ask why I reply 'cause nobody remember two or three

Cross YM out of him we'll make a movie

We all we can be, respect the army and salute we

Young Money army, we marching

We coming forward, no warning

We got these boys running like Forrest

So salute me like a general

First place, never last

Always on top and I'm a chief like a Seminole

Got the game in a stranglehold​ no letting up

You can get the top of your can popped like 7-Up

Knock knock let us up, Young Money applaud me

And we'll take the game out your hands like a joy stick

I'ma need my badges and my ribbons

Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn't given

Everything that I've given, I swear I'll never give in

Just look at what I've been in and this is just the beginning

I d-d-do it 'cause I did it for my ballerina girls

Blowing kisses to the soldiers, I am Marilyn Monroe

But we shoot shoot shoot 'em up, camouflage me

'Cause Young Money is the Navy better yet the Army

Better strap up your boots

Before they start to shoot

Then do it for the troops

It's Young Money salute

Commander-in-Chief

One hand on the World, one hand on the brief

I stand on the world, bitch I stand on the peak

Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now that's G

Don't ask me about shit but money

Fuckin' right my money long I got that 10-foot money

I get it fast when I get to the money

When I walk, it sounds like 10 foots running

I meant feet, I'm in deep like wet pussy

I'm a purple heart proven war vet, rookie

You can't even sit next to me

Now bring money or death to me, or don't step to me

Now don't step nigga, march with me

To the steps of the court building

Like ain't we God's children?

I know at all times gods feel me

So I play my part until the war kill me

Salute - or shoot nigga

Better strap up your boots

Before they start to shoot

Then do it for the troops

It's Young Money salute

It's Young Money salute

It's Young Money salute

It's Young Money salute

It's Young Money salute

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