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Yeah, I'm on a
Lil' Daddy to in the Caddy
Go Ms. Gladius, B to A to B Y, biatch
Somethin' so fly an' so slick

24's, 28's, got to be
never, nigga, whatever
It's the New Orlean's finest,
I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci an' Prada

Look like I got to my Prada
Get a few dollars, holla at a
Nigga, if it ain't money, it can't me
I'm platinum the neck, wrists, finger an' teeth

an' I'm so ooh
Get outta line, watch me my 2
I ran out the an' I ran in the building
Them people was comin', "Hands up", ya me?

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I'm the bird of the nest, the of the sea
Hungry dog on the that's tryin' to eat
move me 'cause I be who I be
The rider, the home CMB

I get what I want, when I want I have it
Lexus, Bentley an' the Jag, nothin'
Never got but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius
lady in that brand new Caddy

I'm a boss, nigga, nothin' less, two boats, no cost,
Fly, nigga, your hearts, nigga
That what told me, Mommy told me
my grounds, be a man, homie

No quarters, no halves with them thang
Fuck it, pitch in, nigga an' don't fuck with chickens, man
Flip whatever from cars, an' bucks
Live this life like you don't a fuck, nigga

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Do donut, swing around an' come the corner
Change feathers twice, come with the homies
That fly shit, that Prada an' Gucci
to the floor with swine on her feets

Bezel that glow with the 9 on the
An' whether that's or white mink on me
See, I'm hustlin' leathers, I'm chasin'
That's bitch, it gets no better

With the D lips, with the custom leather
An' I like a dawg, hood rich forever
See I'm iced all up that chrome metal
Fully equipped with the sweater

But it's the Daddy, I run with the bird game
Birds got to have it my birdy change
But it's the big thangs on that big range, an' goes
26's, 28's, the Birdman

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