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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
[Incomprehensible] motherfucker
Come on little'n your business for me boy

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

What happened to boy
What to that boy
What to that boy
He was talking
We put a clap 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 that can as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga sleep
Magnified help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up

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 guaranteed to lean ya, man

Oh, I'm the reason that your block is
Malicious hit ya just 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
What to that boy
What happened to boy
He was talking
We put a clap into boy

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

Stunna and Patty Cake, the Pusha
Birdman, nigga, leave the in the busher
shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto, the round shape cookie

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

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

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

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

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

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

I past the shore for that 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 ya yappin' fore I get to clappin'
And have your body mix and matching fella

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

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

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

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

Hey nigga, I smell
Coke'll 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 but the thug thing, nigga
thing, mother