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Ok, we got the Birdman in the building. We got Killa in the building. We got Young Weezy in the building Nigga, it's B. M, J. R, Weezy, baby. Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty. An' I
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Bài hát Trip Remix - Jacquees. Ooh, ooh, yeah. Ooh, ooh, yeah. I gotta ride with my gun on safety. So I don't go shootin' where yo nigga be. Girl you dodging bullets tryna play me (you know it). Then
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bitch and blow another hundred. Red flaggin', poppin' red bottles. I'm talkin' big faces, money and the power. Sway linin', with my name in it. Birdman, bitch and i've been gettin' it. Yea, so my
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bitch and blow another hundred. Red flaggin', poppin' red bottles. I'm talkin' big faces, money and the power. Sway linin', with my name in it. Birdman, bitch and i've been gettin' it. Yea, so my
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the gun, make me shut you niggas up. Hook. Verse 2 Birdman. Just a third ward gangsta, been filthy , top ranker. Hustler, shot caller. Kill 'em all, keep banking. Big mansions on the island. Popping
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the gun, make me shut you niggas up. Hook. Verse 2 Birdman. Just a third ward gangsta, been filthy , top ranker. Hustler, shot caller. Kill 'em all, keep banking. Big mansions on the island. Popping
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, cold as the winter. Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber. Young nigga, got a lot of flows. Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control Verse 3 Birdman
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, cold as the winter. Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber. Young nigga, got a lot of flows. Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control Verse 3 Birdman
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like son well, I was adopted I told the Birdman, stunna give me a chance. And I don't even wanna tell you what I did with my advance. 'Cause I'm only a man, I had to feed my fam'. Takin' that hood
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Hook Birdman. We got the diamond in the back (Yea). Tinted rolled up (Yea). Blowin' out the pound. In a brand new truck Where ya at wit' it?. Let's go and get it. If you a real d-boy. Money
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Im So High. Again,. Ridin' In My Wheel. Late Night. Left Palm On My Steering Wheel. Red Light. Cops In My Rearview. But F**K Them Cuz Im High. Baby, Im So, High Verse 2 Birdman. See, We Ride
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yeah Bet I'd put a n**** on his ***. Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last. And young Wayne do song about the story. With Birdman singin' on the chorus, *** ***, we tryin' to get it all together
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