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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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on little'n handle your business for me boy

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

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

I heard he on a player, man, say it ain't so
Even as a young'n they consigned me to
Witches why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking 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 help the bitch see clearly
9 on the hit the bitch up severely

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

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

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

What to that boy
What to that boy
What happened to boy
He was shit
We put a clap 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, with the round shape

Shit one, Dro one, nigga, flood the
If I don't go to jail, niggas, birds gone
Nigga 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 takes my flight, she holds my
While the po-po staked out from state to

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

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

What 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 make a
my ox blood colored Porsche
The match of course
Blood hit his Timbs, it me of them

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aye nigga, put puzzle together
Aye Pharrell, you did this
1000 puzzles, 100, you know?
Let's get this

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

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