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

Clipse, VA, NO, nigga, what you
Coke'll plastic, boy
[Incomprehensible] motherfucker
Come on little'n your business for me boy

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

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

I he snitchin' on a player, man, say it ain't so
Even as a young'n they me to blow
Witches why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby from an 8th to an O

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

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

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

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

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

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

one, Dro one, nigga, flood the block
If I go to jail, niggas, birds gone flop
sittin' on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot
The bird just so the hood gon' rot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aye, aye, aye, aye
There it is, nigga, there you it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you
Uptown, nigga, we go anywhere with bullshit
We bricks 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 gangster to

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