Lyrics:
(pray
Pray pray pray
Pray and ask the Lord Jesus
Don't leave me by myself
Every mornin' through the years I pray
You know I've got to have Jesus
I
Woo! Ha ha haha
I got a whole lotta money
Pop that pussy for me
My homie got that yopper
He a bang it at a copper
Ayy, gangsta party, gangsta party
(You really got me) oh
(You really got me) whoa, oh
(You really got me)
Please, don't ever let me be
I only wanna be by your side
Please, don't
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
ride fly, then you might as well hate, shit
I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate
No, it ain't my birthday, but I got my name on that cake, shit
that's my word
And when they hear that new weezy it
Remind them of that old baby
93 94 baby yea before the stunna
Yea the real bird man i'm the Birdman Jr
like a birdy (what?)
Fly like a birdy
Fly like a
They call me Birdman Junior, I'm flier than the rest
I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons
this nigga
Well let me get to my hustle (hustle)
I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
I got ki's in the muffler
Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker
like a birdy, fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
They call me Birdman Junior, I'm flyer than the rest
I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons
Well I'm a 17 nigga got that Hollygrove in me
It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it
You ain't fucking with me I
Got the hottest flow nigga
There
extra
Been on springs me and Marlo
My chick got the text from Birdman on the line
Order twenty, 'bout to catch him
Fuck the rap I'm trynna trap
look, take another pull
Take another pour, take another pull
Before you take a ride
Heir to an open barstool, right there's one by "Mary the Fool"
Mary
really got me
You really got me
You really got me
See, don't ever set me free
I always wanna be by your side
Girl, you really got me now
You got me
sellers (that Yayo)
Ballin' gettin' high throwin' dolla's from the sky (ballin')
Big reffer cloud got in storming inside (drizzlin')
Foreign outside I
just twisting by the
Oh, by the pool, twisting by the pool
I'm a twisting fool
Just twisting, yeah twisting
Twisting by the pool
Everybody got
then switch it
Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches
Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
you like get your face done up
Got the ting in the stash if they wanna run up
Baby I’m the birdman Imma stay a Stunna
Now we can party all night till
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
your strings cause you can get shot
The Crystal absolute on the rocks (on the rocks)
Ey nigga I gotta stay fly money
No baseball player I got the a-ride
And who I be? Weezy Baby, and honey please
Say the baby
And I got em on they knees, saying baby
I'm a goodfella, they bout to make me
But I been made
ride fly, then you might as well hate, shit
I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate
No, it ain't my birthday, but I got my name on that cake, shit
I got pussy wet paint (paint), big boy shoes (shoes) (candy with it, five star with it)
Soft-ass seats and my trunk go boom (to the ceiling with it)
All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin' fo,
I'm da dopeman, dopeman
I'm da dopeman, dopeman
I met the Birdman with the Bird layin',
Got
on the freeway
Villain find a way to make 'em pay whatever we say
State your intentions
"I really love your tape but I hate your inventions"
Very well, what
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