Lyrics:
Weezy
Lil' Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you, nigga (bitch)
I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you, nigga
my son I give it all to him
(The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna)
Mannie Fresh, Jazze Phezzy this our summer
500 Degreez got rich off the four
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
be the Birdman baby
Everything kosher
Birdman baby feathers all over
Tony Montana white leather soft sofas
Got too many cars so now I buy chaufers
got ur hands up
Man up - sqad up i won't deny it
But im a fuckin rider shout at cha nagga
Pop at cha mama behind my sqad
Bitch i got birdman and ryan
my sqad
bitch i got birdman and rinah behind my sqad
like a hundred million dollaz behind my sqad
now errbody wanna follow behind my--
ah ah
catch me
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst
Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks
Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks
I’m in
Ha, I'm, so cool (yeah, nigga)
Smoke one, blow one, nigga (damn, Birdman, Birdman)
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want (J-R, ya know)
the hell am I doing right (yeah)
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Dear lord, help me, get up out this water
Cant go under cause I got my son and my daughter,
I
’m not don dada but I?
Believe – youngen’s explosive man
Through your bombs up
3-2-1 times up, Sqad up! holla
All I know… is
Is got my hustle on, get my
get paid every time I leave my driveway
Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting
yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
Arab bitch say she want my shawarma
Rich gang bitch I was raised by stunna
And Ima stunna
You know the birdman
I know the birdman
And he got birds man
He
chrome flashing
Lil daddy in a long Cadi'
Big hat, pimp strong daddy
Got my hos on my arm daddy
Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazing that dro
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
and send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by, but I didn't cry broke
Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now
So unusual to me
How I can see
That thing you got
From the the back
To the front
So beautiful to me
Girl you see
This dream I got
You'd be
Gracias, I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin', I
and glistenin'
Ya don't won't my position, I'm spittin facts
Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back
Be black goin' back, I got pistols
Just got rich being broke was a bitch
These niggas ain't loyal
Fuck it all the shit that he did!
These girls ain't got what I got
These girls can’t
Gracias, I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin', I
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