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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit one, Dro one, nigga, flood the
If I don't go to jail, niggas, birds flop
sittin' on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood 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 nuttin' to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, weight, Birdman, hood boss
Baby steppin' on my line, I'll show a somethin'
They callin' you don't out then the black crow'll touch ya

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

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

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

wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous
I put on my Lord
My niece was 4 she felt chinchilla

I the shore for that shit that made fiends
Rise from the like Thriller
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 ya yappin' fore I get to clappin'
And have your body parts mix and fella

happened to that boy
What to that boy
What to that 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 into boy

Aye, aye, aye, aye
it is, nigga, there you have it
Birdman, you under-smelt, VA you know?
Uptown, nigga, we go anywhere with bullshit
We bricks you under-smell

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

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

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