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Bryan Williams (born February 15, 1969), better known by his stage name Birdman or Baby, is an American rapper, businessman, and record producer. more »

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2006

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We back
Yeah
The flow's on me and I promise baby
I'm in my zone
Wizzle, come on

One ninety proof
Sublime in my shiny coop
Uptown is inside the pool
Shot down anybody who
Come round with a loli gat
Leave out with the body bag
Legs stiff, toes green
Give him a title tag
Flossy niggas but realize
Hes a killer behind the flash
Bossy nigga
So presidential, thanks to my dad
Gotta ad high got four states to call the pad
I'm mad as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now you sit
Hardcore baby, yeah
Hot cars
Stop call
Rockstar
What you know about it
It's not for babies, unless you Weezy F Baby
And please say the baby when you say it motherfucker

Come on,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rear view
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, baby I'm so high
Again,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rear view
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Baby, I'm so, high

See, we ride for flames nigga
A "G" to my name nigga
I dose thing nigga
I'm gettin' the change nigga
So who's to blame nigga
About the game nigga
They say I did it
So f*ck them niggas
I gave the plan nigga
I gave the game nigga
I'm doin' my thang
Still f*ck them niggas
I know the lane nigga
I know the pain nigga
I know the fame
Still f*ck them niggas
Shh, nigga
Yeah, we chillin' with them bitches on us
Ride the nigga, while we countin' down our hood riches
Thinking about all the hood niggas
Never got the chance to hit licks before them six figures
Nigga
And if you've done it how we done it
Nigga watch for the law
Cause we knew when they were comin'.
Nigga hands up!
And every summer, I had hummers nigga
Spent a million dollars like it was nothin' nigga

Come on,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rear view
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, baby I'm so high
Again,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rear view
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Baby, I'm so, high

Check it
And no bitch can
And no nigga wont
F*ck with me
Play with me, no
Cause I
Got me, fo' sho',
And I, got these,
To blow, fo' sho',
Come up
Now if you feel me, put your guns in the air
Pull 'em out and let the playa haters know that its there
Bang, that, motherfucker
Pop, that, motherfucker

Yeah! fall back young man who
Weezy baby, a hundred gran' you understand
Your wife would be fittin' me perfect, exactly
Change fallin' off my ass
Pocket cash showin',
Rock 'n' roll
We can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold sack of shots yea,
Patron, have a glass yeah
Wow, now she hot
Not its on, now shes bad
I let her clothes drop
While she gone to my bed
And I'm gone to my bed, right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pussy
I picked tonight to find 'em
I might go and find 'em 
If I hit from right behind her
I get her how I got her
Now she diggin' my persona
She, like a virgin
But like, Madonna
I don't, believe her at all
I'm just tryna ride ya
Until, the seats fall off
But we good
This is cash money, young money
Get it understood

Come on,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rearview
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, baby I'm so high
Again,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
Left arm on the steering wheel
Red light
Cops in my rear view
But f*ck them cause I'm high
Baby, I'm so, high

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