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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
border motherfucker
Come on little'n your business for me boy

What to that boy
happened to that boy
What to that boy
He was shit
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

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

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

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 that your block is
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement,
and Cash Money, who ain't rich?
Don't compare me to you, nigga, you this, woh

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

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

and Patty Cake, the worldwide Pusha
Birdman, nigga, leave the in the busher
Been up bricks 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, birds flop
sittin' on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot
The just landed so the hood gon' rot

New whips, big chips, the Prada, Gucci
But, mami, you fly Benz, the wide skinny
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, heavy weight, Birdman, hood
Baby steppin' on my line, show a little somethin'
They you don't come out then the black crow'll touch ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aye nigga, put this together
Aye Pharrell, you did this
1000 pieces puzzles, 100, you
Let's get money

Hey nigga, I smell
Coke'll plastic, bitch, you know?
Get money,
However you want, it you can get it,
From to blood

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