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

Clipse, VA, NO, nigga, you smelt?
leave plastic, boy
[Incomprehensible] motherfucker
on little'n handle your business for me boy

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

What happened to boy
What happened to boy
happened to that boy
He was shit
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 my weight in gold
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 help the bitch see
9 on the waist hit the up severely

I'm known for the of that Coke I ener
I'm heavy in the street the 7 series Bimma
Man, hit 'em the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to ya, man

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

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

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

Stunna and Cake, the worldwide Pusha
Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the
shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto, with the shape cookie

Shit one, Dro one, nigga, the block
If I don't go to jail, niggas, gone flop
Nigga on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot
The bird landed so the hood gon' rot

New whips, big chips, the Prada, Gucci
But, mami, you fly Benz, the wide lips
She takes my flight, she my weight
the po-po staked out from state to state

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

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

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

soul lost, had to make a shirt
Match my ox blood Porsche
The rims of course
Blood hit his Timbs, it me of them

Glistenin' wrist on
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous
I put on my Lord
My niece was 4 when she chinchilla

I the shore for that shit that made fiends
Rise the dead like Thriller
Gangster,
At night, still found time to my mother

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

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

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

Aye, aye, aye, aye
it is, nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you
Uptown, nigga, we go anywhere with this
We flip bricks you

Aye nigga, put puzzle together
Aye Pharrell, you did this
1000 puzzles, 100, you know?
Let's get this

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,