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Aye, aye, aye, ya
Tot' 'em up, it up, nigga
Birdman,

Clipse, VA, NO, nigga, you smelt?
Coke'll plastic, boy
[Incomprehensible] motherfucker
Come on handle your business for me boy

happened to that boy
What to that boy
What to that boy
He was talking
We put a clap that boy

What to that boy
happened to that boy
What to that boy
He was talking
We put a into that boy

I heard he snitchin' on a player, man, say it so
Even as a young'n they consigned me to
Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in
While they was taking baby steps an 8th to an O

Word in the streets can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a lose sleep
Magnified face the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the up severely

I'm for the flip of that Coke I ener
I'm heavy in the street like the 7 Bimma
Man, hit 'em with the man
Or that guaranteed to lean ya, man

Oh, I'm the reason that your is vacant
Malicious will hit ya to make a statement, bitch
Clipse and Money, who ain't rich?
Don't me to you, nigga, you ain't this, woh

What to that boy
What to that boy
What happened to boy
He was talking
We put a clap that boy

happened to that boy
What happened to boy
happened to that boy
He was shit
We put a clap that boy

Stunna and Cake, the worldwide Pusha
Birdman, nigga, leave the in the busher
Been shittin' up unload 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto, with the round cookie

one, Dro one, nigga, flood the block
If I don't go to jail, niggas, birds flop
sittin' on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot
The just landed so the hood gon' rot

New whips, big chips, the Prada, shit
But, mami, you fly Benz, the wide skinny
She my flight, she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to

It ain't nuttin' to a baby
Pay the cars, big money, weight, Birdman, hood boss
Baby steppin' on my line, I'll show a little
callin' you don't come out then the black crow'll touch ya

What happened to boy
What happened to boy
What to that boy
He was shit
We put a clap that boy

What to that boy
What happened to boy
What to that boy
He was talking
We put a clap into boy

Another soul lost, had to make a
my ox blood colored Porsche
The rims match of
Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of

Glistenin' on chiller
Gun in the palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my
My was 4 when she felt chinchilla

I past the for that shit that made fiends
Rise from the dead like
Gangster,
At night, still found time to kiss my

Live I'm dreamin', kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my
So quite ya fore I get to clappin'
And have your parts mix and matching fella

What to that boy
What happened to boy
happened to that boy
He was talking
We put a into that boy

What happened to boy
happened to that boy
What happened to boy
He was shit
We put a clap into boy

Aye, aye, aye, aye
There it is, nigga, you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you
Uptown, nigga, we go with this bullshit
We flip you under-smell

Aye nigga, put this puzzle
Aye Pharrell, you did this
1000 pieces puzzles, 100, you
get this money

Hey nigga, I smell
Coke'll plastic, bitch, you know?
Get money,
you want, it you can get it, pimp
From to blood

Nigga, take it how you it, nigga
We did it how we
nothin' but the thug thing, nigga
Money thing,