Lyrics:
bottles get blown by the thousands
Heard I was browsing, but I was upstairs
In the room chillin' smoking bout
To blow hundred thousand
Real niggas wiling,
know I'm bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad
You heard man that I been
set up by a rat hoe
Got a M-16 with a hundred rounds like I'm Rambo
Up this chop, it'll blow a nigga like some candles
Man, I'm tired than a fuck, yeah
Fucking concurrence à vomir!
Entre Drive-by en bolide! Zlat'Hayce
Compte plaider la folie!
Dès l'enfance on est
Différent comme 2-Chainz!
C'est le diable
the Birdman
Won't waste my time, torch you in freak sand
I look at gettin Cash Money like a sport
Smoke a Newport, then finish yo ass with one thought
Niggas
It can get real ugly like Weezy and Birdman
Paper come and go but I steady be grinding
Aw man, you know I'm from the Streets and I seen it all man
I
see her in silhouette
Than get another version of these
Uptown girls, with the arrogance
I gotta put em on freeze
If autumn is coming then let her come
gettin' caught
But time, keep a sleepin' and money gettin' short
Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)
That why he ride through
Double cup or double cuff
Double cup I want you right here by my side
I got money on my mind, I need to double up
I been sippin' dirty Sprite up
Out
hardbody
And I got downtown four partners
And I'll go to war 'bout 'em
Smoke weed on the west by my dawg house
Feel like the Godfather and I don't have
know I go
Just let my guys go
We hit em with some nyquil
Fly so ill
So ill we about to kill
Toby
You look like a phony version of stony
You obviously
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be
Straight out The Villle and I made it,
Like a villian I'm hated
I see'em gillin, I ate it though
Fien'n to blow inflatable, That's undebatable (ugh)
Cheese, I get money in my sleep
Spot, spot stuff it down with OG
Take the profit and I throw it in a week
And I know the Feds ride around with me
But
Straight out of the scum straight out of the slum
(Broke street lights and blunts Ice cream trucks and guns)
Straight out of the slum straight out
and mortages on houses)
We straight banksta'z (we add and multiply cash by the thousands)
[Prodigal Sunzini]
We bank up with money bags and bring trucks
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
N****s poppin' s***
Always talkin' bout
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout
to pay my bills and to pay my dues
That's what the street taught me
All my niggas grind grind grind
Grind for the money want to free one time
If a nigga
a vendetta?
Just like I hold my Beretta
The money and the fame it don't matter
Me and my brothers got better
Niggas out here playin' checkers
Never let
Yea
Look Street verified, I ain't worried bout nothing
Plug with the Birdman, I ain't worried bout stunting
Got a bitch from Oklahoma, with a line
streets where blood leak
Me and my whole fleet smoke trees, blow heat, roll unique
Do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meak
And all we do is
fine dayyy
Price changed you wouldn't know how to find it
Them pretending in the dark
Light switch
Say you getting money why the fuck you lying
I was
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