Lyrics:
the toy quick
I got the toy dipped
The toy siton them big boy lips
Hittin' like Roy Jones Jr
Fuckin' with the Birdman Jr
I know you heard what i do to you
for fuckin' over one of these niggas)
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga (fuck ya)
Well, I'm a 17 nigga, got that Hollygrove in me
And when them haters start pressin
Then them bitches start pressurin
Im'a represent yeah with every inch
I got to cus im the president
Some other ladies lost
for fuckin' over one of these niggas)
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga (fuck ya)
Well, I'm a 17 nigga, got that Hollygrove in me
memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that
and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause
memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music
So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one
Listen to the sinners
Who for a tomorrow never cared
I don't know if this mountain goes too high
But I'm certain we'll make it
I wanna be a birdman
that Ave
With that big fat ass and go get that cash
But you know you got to give back half
I'm somethin' like a pimp man go get that cash
Boy I don't
hustling known shot caller
[TQ]
Yeah yeah
When I came through dippin'
In the Bird Benz
With the Birdman and some Bird friends
I got big wheels
know I play it, like a pro in the game
No better yet a veteran in the hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Hey its Cash
me to do it no more
That I mean, Young Money
Shout-out to my father the Birdman, Slim, yeah
Be looking for the Carter 4, August 29th, coming soon
Do mi dis call "The Birdman Hunting"
Play by di hit-bound sound fi gather round
Sound to be the talk of the town
Jah man-Jah man-Jah man
Mi come
Chyeah, cut me up, man
Cut me up in the phones, yeah
That's right
Chyeah
Chyeah
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
I got the Birdman in my presence, so you know it's
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)
know I'm still bad and I'm still foreign
I'ma give bitches time to get hot
Chill out at the game, New York Knickerbock
If they actually got bars, they
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music
So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one
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
like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F
him—bury him?
I know one day they got to bury him
Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar
Yeah,
like me now
Got the shit goin' till six
Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks
I don't know what you are on, but I'm on some new shit
Aight check this out right
I go by the name of DJ Khaled
My nigga Birdman say yo Khaled man
Lets do something for the streets listen
Shh d-Boy in
like me now
Got the s*** goin' till six
Press a button, watch the motherf***er do tricks
I don't know what you are on, but I'm on some new s***
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