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[Man talking]
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman) We got Killa in the building (yeah) We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy) [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up) And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems Green (?) , they don't cost in rims Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear Let ya know a fuckin boss up in here How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year? Cuz Me and Stunna bout to buy it Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay I'm raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace And prone to move coke at a amazing pace Man my daddy super Dave, let's race it Real not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets (Somebody tell me what's crackin before) I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life [Verse 2: Baby] Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman See I ride in them shake (34's) when I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!) It's just that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro When it comes to this ice, real livin his life Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes Pour out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her life All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes This swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch) And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga) I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white (absolute beyotch) But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter) Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch) [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Life [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' fever (what else) Act up though I let the Fo' fever leave ya (leave ya) Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever) When I'm in L.A., I got Six-Fo' fever (fever) Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let 'em know) I told the po to feave her, I'm a bouty crook Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss That's how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?) I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac (why?) Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what) All they say is, look at his drop (what else?) Hand on my liscence, look at his watch (fuck em) But, thug shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby) We come through clownin baby (baby) And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the wall Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa! [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life [Cam'Ron talking] It's nothin man, Killa! Diplomats, Cash Money Baby, holla! Jim Jones, Santana, what's good, Roc-a-Fella (brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!) [Man talking] Birdman Fly, to hood near you Then they got 'em cheap (whoo!) (Yeah, ya know, ya know) Get that call out one more time (brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) 3x *beat fades* |
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[Man talking]
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman) We got Killa in the building (yeah) We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy) [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up) And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems Green (?) , they don't cost in rims Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear Let ya know a fuckin boss up in here How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year? Cuz Me and Stunna bout to buy it Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay I'm raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace And prone to move coke at a amazing pace Man my daddy super Dave, let's race it Real not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets (Somebody tell me what's crackin before) I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life [Verse 2: Baby] Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman See I ride in them shake (34's) when I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!) It's just that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro When it comes to this ice, real livin his life Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes Pour out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her life All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes This swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch) And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga) I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white (absolute beyotch) But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter) Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch) [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Life [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' fever (what else) Act up though I let the Fo' fever leave ya (leave ya) Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever) When I'm in L.A., I got Six-Fo' fever (fever) Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let 'em know) I told the po to feave her, I'm a bouty crook Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss That's how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?) I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac (why?) Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what) All they say is, look at his drop (what else?) Hand on my liscence, look at his watch (fuck em) But, thug shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby) We come through clownin baby (baby) And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the wall Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa! [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life [Cam'Ron talking] It's nothin man, Killa! Diplomats, Cash Money Baby, holla! Jim Jones, Santana, what's good, Roc-a-Fella (brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!) [Man talking] Birdman Fly, to hood near you Then they got 'em cheap (whoo!) (Yeah, ya know, ya know) Get that call out one more time (brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) 3x *beat fades* |
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DJ Khaled
Dis for da hood, Dis for da ghetto Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money Dat cash money, Dat 100 million dollar money We got money We da best Rick Ross Ridin big, gettin mine Two microwaves flip a brick at a time Bandana on da handle ready for da whip When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear I disappear in da middle of da night When I reappear bet da boss look so bright Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy We ridin low, Gettin high 80 round drum let ya know da time When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine Ridin on da 2 4's runnin ahead of my time Watch runnin from kind, Anotha one on my mind Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line In da hood ho niggas act funny Only real niggas really get to touch cash money Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Birdman Everyday a new whip hommie, So you know I gets my shine on Flip after we flip hommie, So you know I gets my grind on Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi Got money, livin lavish, Got bitches, shippin baggage Move dem thangs, Get dem thangs, Switch dat lane Get dat chains, Flip dem thangs, Get yo money hommie do yo thang See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money lik 10 more times nigga Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Young Jeezy I'm from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums There's money out here, we just tryin to get some Cool like Dre nigga, A like K When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say Don't ever keep dem thangs where ya lay Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G Sounds like anotha code feeling to me Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it F**k around and get everybody inedited Saw dis shit commin, you woulda thought I was a psychic F**k around go dead broke tryin to fight it Lil Wayne I, I, I all nighted, I every dayed it And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch I aint a asshole, but I'm on some hood shit I wish I would switch, I don't know how Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile Mean mug, like I can't smile Like my grill big, Coast me a 100 thou Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto DJ Khaled Cash Money Millionaires, Cash Money Billionaires, Cash Money Trillionaires We rich, We aint neva gone stop, Neva We got money nigga |
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(feat. Lil Wayne)
(Lil Wayne:) Stunna it's your turf baby haha And me the heart thrive Yeah I be with dem different hoes You know dem different hoes I mean dem Believe dat Uh huh Believe dat Tell em girl Believe dat (Birdman:) Got a bitch in the back Got a hoe in the front Got work in the back Got more in the front It be the birdman baby Birdman everything kosher Birdman baby feathers all over Tony montano white leather soft sofas Got to many cars so now I buy choufers All about my penion like a motherfuckin loafer I was in the crack game before baking soda Bitch I'm a o-g bitch I'm o-g I'm gettin high off my money Til I o.d see you don't know me the bitches know me my old hoes tell me go back to gold tee King size bed nigga gold sheets gold bottle for breakfast nigga let's eat I got five and they all sexy, they all drive new cars and they love me (Lil Wayne:) Yeah cause I be with dem different hoes I mean dem different hoes Believe dat Uh huh Believe dat Tell em girl Believe dat Put your name Believe dat Where you from Believe dat I know what your saying Believe dat It's like I'm just playing but Believe dat (Birdman:) Look fresh with the heavy metal You know I need that Gucci stay fly on the stage believe dat We one of a kind we do it til you see me black Ice with the chrome and the silver how you love dat Too fresh to cool too shiny too foo' too sunny spend money That just what we do believe I'm shine believe I'm a grind Believe me your girl at my house all the time believe I'm a bout to hustla believe I've got the mustla believe I'm a stunna man you know I know the struggle Come from the pot pan come from another land Come with a better game baby I'm the bird man (Lil Wayne:) Yeah cause I be with different hoes Ya know dem different hoes I mean weezy believe dat You jus gone cut me off Believe dat What believe dat I know what Your saying Believe dat I feel you Believe dat Ay why you crying Believe dat Yo you ain't lying Believe dat I'm on the yacht and boats Pills and hydro Bras and money homey That's what a nigga know She know I shine cause You know I grind cause She know I'm high with the metal all the time cause And she believe me and she all in me We poppin bottles to a few of her ocean b I'm all nc. I'm all good daddy I'm the birdman You know I'm in the new caddy Believe me she get money just like me I stay strapped with the flame in my new fleet 100 millon dolla suede seats with the leather seats With the gator on the front with the platinum teets Ya bitch I be with dem different hoes I mean dem different hoes I mean weezy Believe dat They just gonna cut me off Believe dat I understand Believe dat Believe dat My girl say and I say believe dat (x2) Yeah Believe dat one hundred Let me take a shot I want my shawdy I like dem tall thin and shot Girl what Believe dat Believe dat |
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(feat. Jason Derulo)
(Chorus:) I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know i am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy) Who da boss, Who da boss Who da boss, Who da boss She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss, Who da boss Who da boss, Who da boss When we switch roles I let it be known Im Da boss (Verse 1:) Yeah sun shinin doin it like this-a-way 5 star doin it like everyday Pick mama up ridin with the paper plates Big houses 20 mills own estates Brought her to my town Showed her my uptown, showed her my uptown Show her where i stood my ground How we did it how we put it down New money and we blowin straight out the pound To the mall let her do what she do She grind cause she wanna And she hustlin too I do it how i feel I'm da boss of my shit About 8, 9 o clock mama cookin my shit (Chorus:) I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know i am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy) Who da boss, Who da boss Who da boss, Who da boss She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss, Who da boss Who da boss, Who da boss When we switch roles I let it be known Im Da boss (Verse 2:) When you see baby girl nigga rockin red Best believe that she doin it for a nigga Tear drop on her hand just like her man 14 tear drops nigga im the man Stand my ground do mines uptown Get it how i live nigga show em how i put it down When i see her on TV cuz It be like thats my blood (yeah) Cause she rep me thoroughly Uptown nigga hold me down thoroughly (Yeah) And she fuck me patiently And i love how she work me (Chorus:) I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know i am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy) Who da boss, Who da boss Who da boss, Who da boss She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss, Who da boss Who da boss, Who da boss When we switch roles I let it be known Im Da boss (Verse 3:) So im back in my hood in the neck of my woods 5 star you know im good 5 star im out my hood Put in work lil daddy so you know its good Mama love my style i cant do it though Been through a whole bunch of yall solo You know its all good like i give it up Gave it up, Got it up Now im still standin up I got me somethin in the plan though Money in the hand doin it so brand-o Bring her to an island let her piece it out Lovin my gangster tatted out (Chorus:) I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know i am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy) Who da boss, Who da boss Who da boss, Who da boss She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss, Who da boss Who da boss, Who da boss When we switch roles I let it be known Im Da boss Let it be known im the boss |
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[Intro - Lil Wayne]
And we gone grind I say we gone grind I say we gone grind (X2) I'm grinding y'all [Verse 1 - Birdman] Fuck it we going to get it homie Pop it and split it homie, live it and hustle homie Grind till we billions homie, more money, new lens More money, new Benz, more money, two twins What we toting homie? Got it from the bottom, raised to the top with it, hundred mill' rock with it Hundred mill' drop with it, got the Benz and the Phantom like way back Forty, fifty cars in my hood, bitch touch that Play the model nigga, drinking out the bottle with it, on the island with it Money and power with it, watch the little nigga jam on you bitches While I'll be sitting on the island, nigga fucking these bitches More hundred [Chorus - Lil Wayne] X4 And we gone grind I say we gone grind I say we gone grind [Verse 2 - Brisco] Same clothes three days, watch me get my grind on My auntie say I smoke too much, that's why a nigga mind gone Can't stop hustling, I get it from my dad, all I know is box, Cuban stamps, and Ziploc bags Rental cars tinted out, time to hit the interstate Got a fetish for Ferraris and bad bitches I can renovate I ain't talking penny weight, I'm talking big money I'm talking breaking it down, to the last onion Poppy know my forte, I get them and drop And if they rolling up the rug, we shake them down and re-rock them I got to get it, it's all about a dollar, I do it every day so I'm living blue collar [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Birdman] Shit, see I came across the state lines, know I had to get mines Hundred mill' was the ticket, for a straight grind Know I had to get back where I started, had to get back what I lost, new fleet that I ordered Got more chips, flipping out the other licks Bad for the birds homie, born hood rich Came from the rockets straight to the topics That's how we getting it, big money won't stop it More hundred [Chorus] |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(feat. Lil' Wayne)
We be stuntin' on these bitches get money on these bitches 250 on the wrist nigga we be the illest we be the realest see em be niggaz up-town soldier with the money to the ceiling shinnin' like a diamond from an eagle to a pigeon birds on the wire a hundred deep and we chillen finger on the trigger thats the up-town livin' high o the sky no doubt we livin' hustlin' doin donuts in the lamb candy on the slam 50 on the air hundred at the crib get it how ya live stuntin' on these bitches red diamonds how i feel |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(Chorus: Lil Wayne)
Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! Me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! (Verse 1: Fat Joe) Coca Bitch! Here is something you can't understand. How I can just kill a man. Shame what the mack can do, K's spit faster. I'll make an ass of you, save the theatrics. Watch like a quarter mil, chain like double that. I ain't gotta to talk about the half up in the duffel bag. Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee the syndicate. Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we're niggerich. I'll yellow bottle your face in, trust me. Look at all the shit I be talking and no one touched me. "Pray and pray for my downfall" BIG said it; so I made it rain till it poured. Speak from the heart, this emotional rap. Catch feelings when you hear me, I'm supposed to do that. Crack! A G what the streets done made me. And the only language I speak is "Fuck You Pay Me!" Bitch! (Chorus: Lil Wayne) And when me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! (Verse 2: Lil Wayne) Say Pardon! Bad man no take Pardon! Peer gunshot army them make backup! A man no fear no man, man no fear no one! Man a real Islam, man a get down done! A me no hear them talk, me eat in me car! Respect a soldier, him in a middle of war! Me I'm a Babylon gangster, holly grove monster You no look familiar, roofers them kill ya! Gunshots I will cut then open toolbox and drill ya! Jump off body and let the mailman meal ya! Me think I'm gon need the almighty one to heal ya! And me behind the jungle with the lion and we killa! (Chorus: Lil Wayne) And when me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! (Ad-Lib: Birdman) Yup! Put it in the air nigga. Light your lighters in the air. This for my dead homies. Yeah! (Verse 3: Baby aka Birdman) "Gangsta Gangsta" that's what we yelling! Shoot him in his head, let his bitch go and tell them! We in the hood, getting money, we swelling Bigger than life, you know it's the cheaper price Bigger your stripes, you know what we doing tonight We getting it right, we plan, then hit, then flight We know the rules nigga, live by none Get it by none, bitch I'll kill for my son (Verse 4: Lil Wayne) Yeah! Gangsters don't live that long. That's why we gotta party everyday like Frank came home. And it's hard for me to say that my heart ain't yearning. To walk up in a church and believe the sermon. But instead, I spark up and relieve the burning. Hoping that he understands my reasons for it. No, I ain't evil; I'm equal. And nigga I ain't sweet; motherfucker I'm diesel! (Chorus: Lil Wayne) And when me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(Intro: Birdman (Lil Wayne))
{Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Lil Wayne) Okay start wit straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models, shut up bitch swallow If you cant swallow, shut up bitch gargle Straight up out the water wit my Mark Jacob's goggles Im fresher than a muf**ka, yup Im a muf**ka No I wouldn't take ya girl but I shall take her tongue from her Could you tell I love woman, like no other woman Oh Im sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Birdman) Now as I recline behind my desk I aint got a lot of nikes but I got a lot of cheques (money) Got my own shoe brand new on the set Went from sittin in a cell to sittin on a jet From shittin in a cell to shittin on a jet I lost too many friends but I won too many bets (too many bets) I made too much money I aint made enough yet So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (shawty) So many niggaz throw my hood on they back So many niggaz from ya hood on they back Thats why we so paid and it be like that I rather pop a bottle, befo I pop a gat (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Birdman) Yea, only sippin red champagne White-tee red hat red bandana Uptown, choppers struck upon ya F**kin wit the Birdman we choppin yo companion F**kin wit my son and we run up in ya mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin Stunna man back so you know the circumstances And Im cookin up the Carter 3 no advances (youngin) All my cars automative automatic No lie, we dont even drive no askin Uptown we packin and we stackin (believe that) Young Money Cash Money we the champion (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) Ya Did. |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(feat. Lil' Wayne)
100...stunna!..wot it is nigga?...i fucking love it!..we ride and die fo this money nigga!..(haha) its your turn.. lil wayne chrous (2x) i gat(belive that) and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah) birdman dear lord, help me, give out this water cant go under cause i got my son and my dawta, i cant beat that, we cant do that, we had to get it how we life nigga fuck that, ophan in da jungle playin wid the drums, niggas dont play homie niggas if you won, on the rip nigga fuckin with the other shit tryin to get money flip a nigga a whole brick, watch pots fall on (top) watch the homie hittin the bentley lyk rollin with the old dawgs, nigga solute and we get religous, money to the celin nigga doin big bussiness, so i pray so we do it right, fucking with the family bitch, nigga we could do it tonight...so fuck who made ya, fuck who rage ya lil hommie i paid ya..killa lil wayne (chorus) x2 birdman verse 2 sittin at the funeral, lookin at my sister, thanking about the times and i already miss her, junion on my side, pistol in my pocket..co mo right there at my nephews driver, fucked up daddy , i see the fire in my eye, im down yh hustling, but my heart is in the sky, shiped and changed mah, doin my thang mah, i got my lil hommie number one in the game nah, hope these pussies dont play with my son, ima put it out..nigga quickest it come, ima put it out nigga empham the drum, daddy whole family cryin' bitch were rich and we won!......(we kil) (stunna baby) lil wayne chrous 2x and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah) |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(feat. All Star Cashville Prince & Yo Gotti)
This here for the money homeboy Money money money train nigga It's like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolve And then we back and bounce back bitch YEA It's real simple nigga It's just seein to be what's in you nigga If you a hustla, you gonna get dough And that's how it goes. Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gotta Not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida (Harlem) I'm prolly out in the east getting it in on the loc since I'm a stunna I get em from ten (yeaaa) I just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (f**k em) I'm about my business I git it from Slim I grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville I'm gon swagga Pimpin on the car I'm gon mask up or bang up Hustla, gangsta, old school Chevrolet Custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood, So I'm like f**k bein famous You don't wana live my life, Trust me I'm dangerous, I must keep a banga (Yeeaaa)What can I say but when it's on, it's on If we don' call it off until everybody's gone Allstar homey, keep a hell of a price Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous I'm a gangsta millionaire since You could put me on the scale and weigh everythin I'm 36 old fishscale still stand Then eat the nigga And I'm gonna ride fo my people nigga I'm in the hood where the dudes be Whoever assumed that me a b runnin around with c and b I gotta a army and I'm the general nigga Money plentiful nigga, then why your old lady into the nigga I'm a button down bricks and voices off in my head Like murder bout the spirits and watchin out fo the feds Fo real I got Mexican friends, I ain't gon' lie about it And I took a few losses I ain't gon' cry about it But I'll front you a brick if you down and tapped out A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it Yo gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa Don't even speak to me Garth, you ain't a real nigga Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Now I'm riding through my town got the key to my city All the tin mo things brand new in the minute Every nigga in this mothaf**ka no me dog Livin legend, ridin fly, nigga ball n fall Methomine project where I started the struggle Gladis run around sams in the circle we hustle K.C gave me the game, I took it n tuck it Nigga brought it to another level cookin n cutting From the half 17's, nigga 50 n hundreds, I done made the lamborghinis, rolls royces on buttons And I done did my time, I wouldn't git it, wouldn't git it And got it on my mind cause it's money over bitches All the time I'm bout mine, nigga workin from digits Green bag full of cash nigga how we feel it Stunna island poppin bottles nigga f**kin them bitches Got the money and fame and them and them come on with it, mo hundred Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous |
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from Birdman - Pop Bottles [single] (2008)
(Intro: Birdman (Lil Wayne))
{Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Lil Wayne) Okay start wit straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models, shut up bitch swallow If you cant swallow, shut up bitch gargle Straight up out the water wit my Mark Jacob's goggles Im fresher than a muf**ka, yup Im a muf**ka No I wouldn't take ya girl but I shall take her tongue from her Could you tell I love woman, like no other woman Oh Im sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Birdman) Now as I recline behind my desk I aint got a lot of nikes but I got a lot of cheques (money) Got my own shoe brand new on the set Went from sittin in a cell to sittin on a jet From shittin in a cell to shittin on a jet I lost too many friends but I won too many bets (too many bets) I made too much money I aint made enough yet So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (shawty) So many niggaz throw my hood on they back So many niggaz from ya hood on they back Thats why we so paid and it be like that I rather pop a bottle, befo I pop a gat (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Birdman) Yea, only sippin red champagne White-tee red hat red bandana Uptown, choppers struck upon ya F**kin wit the Birdman we choppin yo companion F**kin wit my son and we run up in ya mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin Stunna man back so you know the circumstances And Im cookin up the Carter 3 no advances (youngin) All my cars automative automatic No lie, we dont even drive no askin Uptown we packin and we stackin (believe that) Young Money Cash Money we the champion (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) Ya Did. |
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from Birdman - Money To Blow [digital single] (2009)
I am on a 24 hour champagne diet
Spillin while i'm sippin it Encourage you to try it I'm probably just saying that cause i dont have to buy it The club owner supply it Boy i'm on that fly shit I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be Guess what i made it I'm the muthaf man I just want you to see come take a look Get a load of this ngga Quit frontin on me Don't come around try come gas me up I like runnin on E I I I Im on my Disney shit goofy flow On records i'm captain hook and my new car is roofio Damn Where my roof just go Im somebody that you should know Get to shakin somethin cus thats what Drumma produced it for Yes i make mistakes that i don't ever make excuses for Like leavin girls that love me and constantiy seducing hoes I'm losing my thoughts i say damn Where my roof just go Top slipped off like janet at the super bowl I got they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh money the blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh money the blow Richer than the richest We certified gettin it CM YM Cash Money business Higher than the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store And later get served We smoked out with no roof on it Them people passin So we smash on Ballin out we keep the cash on deck Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the V set Louie lens iced with the black diamonds Car of the year Ferrari the new Spider No lie I'm highter than i ever been Born rich born uptown born to win Fully loaded automatic 6 Benz Candy paint foreign lights with my b tch in Born hustlin too big ngga strive me up Cant stop me more money burn em up they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh When I get paid every 24 hours money and the power Come to VIP and get a Champagne Shower I don't have to worry because everything ours and I got a big bouquet of Mary Janes Flowers That kush I promise Thats My Dude But we don't smoke that Reggie Bush And I'm with two women make you take a second look We poppin like Champagne Bottles But We Never Shook and We Goin Be Alright If We Put Drake On Every Hook they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow |
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from Black Dada - Imma Zoe [single] (2009)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
This ya boy black a.k.a da da {da da, da da } Got another another one, for my island {oh woa check it} Tatted on my chest now... [Chorus:] Tatted on my chest Yes I'm a zoe I never had a problem getting hoes{dough} Making this musics all I know So hold on tight cause I'm a blow In donk's chevy (we ride) At the club (we live) On 6"s & 7"S (we ride) At any show (we live)... Said tatted on my chest, yes I'm a zoe When haters talk mess I lose control. Using my fist, that's all I know. With my own two feet go blow for blow. What you gotta problem, know you now I'm live. Never had a problem to go inside. Fucking with me is suicide. Step into the jungle, well you won't survive Perment wet on the chevy paint. Turn in your face, dog my shit will stink Hypotize rims make you go insane Just like a bobblehead, bobbling brain. Riding swerve from lane to lane. I'm a let the whole world know my name. On my shit cause I'm a pro. Tatted on my chest cause I'm a zoe... [Chorus] If u See me in the streets, you know I'm cool. If u See me in the club, I act a fool With a gang of killers, that's just my crew. Don't mean to be rude that's how I do. (Yeah) Cup held high with a mug so mean. Tilt to the side cause I'm sipping that lean. My swagg so loose, gotta be the goose. Flashing lights ike a photo shoot. Now I'm a do me, you do you. My wrist so cold, don't catch a flu. On my flag got red and blue. Yes I said it red and blue. If you talking don't waste my time. Worry bout yours don't worry bout mine. Dropping hits it's in my soul. Tatted on my chest cause I'm a zoe. {check it Woa} [Chorus] Said it's tatted on my chest respect my mind. I spit creole anytime. In the booth they know I rhyme. So with the hood you know I shine. Sak pase to all my zoes. What it do to the people I know. To all my stippers on the pole. And all my niggas blowing dro.{dro} Let me put u on some game. Zoes ain't never called no lame. We seen the worst and felt the pain. Cloudy weather filled with rain. United we stand, divided we fall. They can't break me not at all. Stack my chips never go broke. Tatted on my chest cause I'm a zoe! |
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