歌曲 | I Got To |
歌手 | Birdman |
专辑 | Baby aka the #1 Stunna |
作曲 : Carter, Thomas, Williams | |
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird f**king man | |
Junior daddy - shitting on the game | |
You probably see me sitting on the Range | |
I'm hustling - look up in the sky it's a bird of some cain | |
Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game | |
Shout it "Ride fly, 20 birds on that thang" | |
I say shout it "Ride high dro burn my brain" | |
Gotta let a boy - I re-earn my thang | |
And my five pound germ might sing | |
A song - if you wanna sing say "Bling" | |
And if you ever see my pa say "King" | |
And if you ever see his son say "Weezy baby!" | |
New prints of the Big Easy baby | |
Ya'll niggas can't see me, but I see you lil Pha Pha baby | |
Ya dude can't lose - I'ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr! | |
[Chorus] | |
Know why I stay so f**king fly? | |
Stay dipped in every kind of ice? | |
Big rims on every ride? | |
Cause I got to, I got to nigga | |
Live life you ain't gone live it twice | |
Pop 'cris, smoke dro, and get that white | |
Don't worry 'bout the price | |
Cause I got you, I got to nigga | |
[Baby] | |
It's the king of the flyer | |
That ride skinny tires | |
I'm so so high and I'm so so higher | |
Its me and Jr. that's so so fly | |
F**k them other niggas cause they need to retire | |
We pluck polar bear winter on my side | |
Sitting on the swine - alligator punch-line | |
Super stitch in my leather - pockets full of cheddar | |
Smoke sticky, icky, icky, icky | |
We drank absolute cristal for breakfast | |
New whips come out - I puts it together | |
Tell you how I do it - I change my leather | |
No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers | |
And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters | |
Bought mami the matching shit and plucked her feathers | |
I wipe it down bitch - bird lady forever | |
Birdman switch from Rees to (?) leather | |
[Chorus] | |
[Baby] | |
She was a raggedy bitch, switched her up, cleaned her life | |
You no longer a scrub you the Birdman's wife | |
So don't you think twice about this mink and leather shit | |
You drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch | |
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bitch | |
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique | |
Go to the club and get a front row seat | |
Pop mo Don P just shit on a bitch | |
See your fly now mami - used to be a dirty bitch | |
Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick | |
You maintain mami - you never just wild out | |
That's why Stunna put you in that big ass house | |
With the German floors with the wood grain side | |
Mink on the door with the foreign G ride | |
(?) Bird berry Gucci be a surprise | |
No cost too high for my bitch to stay fly | |
[Chorus 1x fades to talking] |
zuò qǔ : Carter, Thomas, Williams | |
Bitch look up in the sky it' s the bird f king man | |
Junior daddy shitting on the game | |
You probably see me sitting on the Range | |
I' m hustling look up in the sky it' s a bird of some cain | |
Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game | |
Shout it " Ride fly, 20 birds on that thang" | |
I say shout it " Ride high dro burn my brain" | |
Gotta let a boy I reearn my thang | |
And my five pound germ might sing | |
A song if you wanna sing say " Bling" | |
And if you ever see my pa say " King" | |
And if you ever see his son say " Weezy baby!" | |
New prints of the Big Easy baby | |
Ya' ll niggas can' t see me, but I see you lil Pha Pha baby | |
Ya dude can' t lose I' ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr! | |
Chorus | |
Know why I stay so f king fly? | |
Stay dipped in every kind of ice? | |
Big rims on every ride? | |
Cause I got to, I got to nigga | |
Live life you ain' t gone live it twice | |
Pop ' cris, smoke dro, and get that white | |
Don' t worry ' bout the price | |
Cause I got you, I got to nigga | |
Baby | |
It' s the king of the flyer | |
That ride skinny tires | |
I' m so so high and I' m so so higher | |
Its me and Jr. that' s so so fly | |
F k them other niggas cause they need to retire | |
We pluck polar bear winter on my side | |
Sitting on the swine alligator punchline | |
Super stitch in my leather pockets full of cheddar | |
Smoke sticky, icky, icky, icky | |
We drank absolute cristal for breakfast | |
New whips come out I puts it together | |
Tell you how I do it I change my leather | |
No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers | |
And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters | |
Bought mami the matching shit and plucked her feathers | |
I wipe it down bitch bird lady forever | |
Birdman switch from Rees to ? leather | |
Chorus | |
Baby | |
She was a raggedy bitch, switched her up, cleaned her life | |
You no longer a scrub you the Birdman' s wife | |
So don' t you think twice about this mink and leather shit | |
You drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch | |
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman' s bitch | |
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique | |
Go to the club and get a front row seat | |
Pop mo Don P just shit on a bitch | |
See your fly now mami used to be a dirty bitch | |
Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick | |
You maintain mami you never just wild out | |
That' s why Stunna put you in that big ass house | |
With the German floors with the wood grain side | |
Mink on the door with the foreign G ride | |
? Bird berry Gucci be a surprise | |
No cost too high for my bitch to stay fly | |
Chorus 1x fades to talking |