Lyrics:
motherfucking boy, J-R
Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (yeah)
Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed, 'cause my toilet paper
with his set
Now they call me The Birdman when them doors ajar
Ghostride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all
It's the Crack Man and he ain't got
broke cause I'm usually paid
Got the Rover with the cage
Kinda brown off beige
Everybody look at me like I'm riding on stage
Gotta woman named Sage
pussy on me make me rich
Tunechi
She got that million dollar
Million dollar oow, oow
She got that million dollar
Million dollar oow, oow
And all I
just to clarify the fact that I'm a motherfuckin' mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just
the lex when you see me on the block
Ladies dance like a party on yo block
And we got the whole industry on lock
Man I tell you this chic is somethin'
Ladies dance like a party on yo block
And we got the whole industry on lock
Man I tell you this chic is something
Moving ass like she a snake
I'm hard Testudo
Birdman hand rub fore' you step through my-
Stay out the way if you sick, come by the crib if you thick
From the North side of 6, she
you know it's tension, don't come 'round me like it's good
I got street smarts and you can't get this out no book
I can't right my wrongs, but I can
[B.G.]
Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy
AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up
Ready ta spray
bullets through doors
Got haze in me, now I'm so tall
Come blaze with me, 'cause Beaky got more
And now or later, I'm major, player
I ball right, I need
you got none of that
Point blank
I'm one of your favorite MC's favorite MC
Ask they ass, they know me
Bet you they tell you "That boy
Right there got
be living in the moment, God, he's got a great plan
Shit don't matter to me, life's a jungle, I'm an ape, man
Lately, I've been balling like the Fins,
of Krispy Kreme
Birdman on the scene (woah)
Remember I ain't have a thing
Ghosts in my hand
But a cemetery in my jeans (them deadies)
I got them big racks
by Radio Birdman
Got to get a line to Danno.
Got to pick up his gun.
Get out an APB.
Chinn is going to tell you why.
Government says it's high
It's copyright
Oh be careful he's got a gun
It's copyright
You can't say that it's copyright
I need a fire lighter to get the fire going
It's
me back
Got no compassion for rats, the pastor said, "Who else gon' bleed for me?"
I told all my side bitches they couldn't cheat on me, uh
They
niggas deceased on the scene
I'm just countin' my green, chillin sippin' my li
Keep investigatin' 'cause you got a job
Better keep your vest on, bitch,
on the scene
I'm just countin' my green, chillin sippin' my li
Keep investigatin' 'cause you got a job
Better keep your vest on, bitch, 'cause we got a mar
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I started from a rock, then move to a chip
Nowadays I'm the Birdman bitch
I ain't never had nothin that share the same dish
We jumped off, we share
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's
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
[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah, (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah, (Take a picture)
[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah, (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah, (Take a picture)
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