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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 handle your for me boy

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

What to that boy
happened to that 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 they consigned me to blow
claims 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 a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see
9 on the hit the bitch up severely

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 is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to a statement, bitch
and Cash Money, who ain't rich?
Don't me to you, nigga, you ain't this, woh

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

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

Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide
Birdman, nigga, the guns in the busher
Been shittin' up bricks 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto, with the shape cookie

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

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

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

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

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

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

Glistenin' on chiller
Gun in the palm of gorgeous killer
I put on my Lord
My niece was 4 when she felt

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

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

happened to that boy
What happened to 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 talking
We put a clap that 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 flip 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
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 but the thug thing, nigga
thing, mother