Lyrics:
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
straight
Boss don dadda
Bo-dadda-dang
Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
Heroin and cocaine when Hov
Chilled wit Dame
I got a gold
Shane
And then hoes
Changed
just wanna keep you by my side
you always there pon my mind
baby you too fine
you go make me resign
I'm loving the way you were designed
and I don't
back and never meant to stay
Now I've got heartaches by the number, troubles by the score
Every day you love me less
Each day I love you more
I've got a tiger by the tail, it's plain to see
I won't be much when you get through' with me
Well, I'm a losing weight and a turnin' mighty pale
bustin'
A lot of niggas had a chance, they was unlucky (yeah)
When it's so long, we don't even discuss it (nah)
Say you got hoes pullin' up, I don't
Angelina, lips like Angelina
Like Selena, ass shaped like Selena
I'm like, got up, thank the Lord for the day
Woke up by a girl, I don't even know her
eyes
Well their actions become so absurd
So keep your auditions for somebody
Who hasn't got so much to lose
'Cause you can tell by the lines I
what it is when you hear haaan
Started from the the bottom with a dream
Started with a thought, then I went and got a team
All we had was hope now you
Big time
I feel like I'm Mannie
Hits ain't nun new
Big time
I feel like birdman
Inside that new coupe
The world is mine
Finally got control
Like
I walked 47 miles of barbed wire
I got a cobra snake for a necktie
Got a house down by the roadside made out of rattlesnake hide
Come on child
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
kickin rocks on the block tellin all the og's i be
comin for ya spot when ya not lookin
hot cookin mama got it on the kitchen table,
i thank god we
I've got a tiger by the tail, it's plain to see
I won't be much when you get through' with me
Well, I'm a losing weight and a turnin' mighty pale
you
one of us
Comrade Of Pop
no time for talk of kings and queens
got to make the scene
got to kill the Dean
Gabba Gabba Hey
we accept you
one of us
dollar shades on, all gold frames
Mister Fuck-your-bitch-and-leave-her, that's my code name
I'm blowing money in this bitch, I think I'm Birdman
name right by the check
I want now fuck who next
No nike, running up checks
Boy I'm birdman 'bout my respect
I'm bout to fly out to the city where Nip
Gucci made in Italy Bally belt I'm killing shit
The way I'm rocking Jimmy Choo tha word got out I'm dealing it
I fuck her she a immigrant don't touch
all
Got a sick work ethic
Shit might be contagious
I’m a stunna numba one
Fuckin get cash money
Lil Wayne Birdman
And you know I’m high as fuck
and Box
I got some drugs off in the trunk
We stash that shit in a sock
And if the police pull us over
I'ma run with this Glock
Swerving late night all by
All night long
Come on and say it
I love to hear you whisper
Just say you love me
I got to hear it told
Don't I do right by you
Baby, don't I
out here in plain sight (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I)
I can hear them whisper as we pass by (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I)
It's a bad sign, bad sign (I, I)
Something
the glare
Draw the curtains, I don't care
'Cause it's alright
I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive
I see you got your list out
know I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy
Fly like a birdy
Fly like a birdy like you heard me
They call me Birdman Junior
I'm flyer than the rest
I
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