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

Clipse, VA, NO, nigga, you smelt?
Coke'll plastic, boy
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Come on little'n your business for me boy

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

What to that boy
What to that boy
What happened to 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 worth my in gold
While was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O

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

I'm known for the flip of Coke I ener
I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series
Man, hit 'em with the man
Or 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya, man

Oh, I'm the reason that your block is
Malicious hit ya just to make a statement, bitch
and Cash Money, who ain't rich?
Don't 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 to that boy
What to that boy
He was talking
We put a into that boy

Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide
Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the
Been shittin' up unload 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto, the round shape cookie

one, Dro one, nigga, flood the block
If I don't go to jail, niggas, gone flop
sittin' 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 skinny lips
She takes my flight, she my weight
While the po-po staked out state to state

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

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

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

soul lost, had to make a shirt
Match my ox colored Porsche
The rims match of
hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aye nigga, put this together
Aye Pharrell, you did this
1000 puzzles, 100, you know?
get this money

Hey nigga, I somethin'
leave plastic, bitch, you know?
Get money,
However you want, it you can get it,
gangster to blood

Nigga, take it how you want it,
We did it how we
Ain't nothin' but the thing, nigga
Money thing,