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Baby Aka #1 Stunna Birdman What Happened To That Boy [Baby (talking with echo)] Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga Birdman motherfucker Clipse, VA, NO nigga What you smelt Coke'll leave plastic Get off the border motherfucker Come on little'n handle your business for me boy [Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)] (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo) (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy [Malice] Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...Yeah I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it aint so Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O Word in the streets that can envy as me Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep Magnified face help the bitch see clearly 9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely I'm know for the flip of that coke I ener I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma Man, hit 'em with the Nina man Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa) I'm the reason that your block is vacant Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich Don't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa) [Chorus] [Baby] Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye... Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money) Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch) Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block If I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flop Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips She takes my flight she holds my weight While the po-po staked out from state to state It aint nuttin to a baller baby Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss Baby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin' They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya) [Chorus (2x)] [Pusha T] Ughhh...Another soul lost Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche Ughhh...The rims match of course Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them Glistenin' wrist on chiller Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like Thriller Gangster...Hustler At night still found time to kiss my mother Live like I'm dreamin' kick my feet up Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin And have your body parts mix and matching fella [Chorus (2x)] [Baby (talking)] Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker) Aye nigga put this puzzle together Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga) A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know Let's get this money (get the money) Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch Get money motherfucker However you want it you can get it pimp From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga We did it how we live, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga Money thing motherfucker |
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