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Hey, wassup pimp? |
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Birdman, mothafucker |
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The financial adviser of this get money game |
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It's Stunna, the big money man |
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So loosen up your strings 'cause you can get shot |
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The Crystal absolute is 'On The Rocks' |
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Ey nigga, I gotta stay, fly money |
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No baseball player, I got the a-ride money |
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I go to Jamaica, homie and ball like a dog |
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The leaf that sticky, homie and fog up the car |
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It's nothing to the icky, icky Harlem world sticky, sticky |
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Fifty, fifty, a gram raw cut dilly |
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Got minks on my body 'cause it costs too much |
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250 on the Bird had to frost me up |
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See, these gangstas, pimps and thugs make the world go round |
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Ride for uptown and till they lay you down |
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Birdman with them big chips |
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With the Bird Lady and the Benzes |
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(It's the fly away) |
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Fly, fly away |
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Or you can hit the highway |
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That's the only way that we do it |
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Love when we do it |
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(Oh, it's fly away) |
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It's fly away, it's fly away |
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(Fly away) |
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'Cause we gon' get you high today |
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I know you wanna see how we do it |
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You know how we do it |
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(The fly away) |
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Fly, fly away |
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So get your stock up, nigga, get our brains rapped right |
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The hood fucked up 'cause the nigga changed like |
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The Birdman Daddy keeps the bricks taped tight |
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A hundred of them things got my chips same night |
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Pull up in the Bentley with them skinny ass tires |
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Ice all over 'cause a nigga so fly |
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[Incomprehensible] and I'm doing what I'm doing |
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If them clubs gon' pop, I'm getting straight to 'em |
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Nothing on chain, I put them dubs on the thangs |
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Wipe a nigga down, bitch, give a nigga brains |
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Call a nigga changed, ma, wash a nigga range |
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Bird, baby, down with them Cardier frames |
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Gucci from head to toe and Stunna my name |
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Make winter weather and that's my thang |
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I'm iced up, nigga, smoke pounds of dro |
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And I'm labeled as a pimp and I mack a hoe, biatch |
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(It's the fly away) |
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Fly, fly away |
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(Fly away) |
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Or you can hit the highway |
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That's the only way that we do it |
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Love when we do it |
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(It's fly away) |
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It's fly away, it's fly away |
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(Fly away, fly away) |
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'Cause we gon' get you high today |
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I know you wanna see how we do it |
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You know how we do it |
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It's the worldwide callin' and the boss of the ballin' |
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A hood rich, nigga, Money tall as all |
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The youngers of 20 cheerin' and nobody starvin' |
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Nobody borrowin' 'cause nobody starvin' |
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Ey ey, TQueezy, the dro man callin' |
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Get it in the jar, Jeff Pense is callin' |
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Buy ounce, buy pound, buy enough for the rounds by mouth |
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'Cause ya know how it's going down |
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Dro party with the Magnolia chicks |
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Smoke just fly, nobody givin' lips |
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They all on the floor 'cause the brains is flying |
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On the outside it's just them 20 inch tires |
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Bentley, Lexus, Lams and Vets |
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Them Ragtop, Guccis with the Smitt n Wess |
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Got the old school caddies and them new school too |
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Platinum mouth niggaz and them gold mouth too, biatch |
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(It's the fly away) |
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Fly, fly away |
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(It's the fly away) |
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Or you can hit the highway |
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That's the only way that we do it |
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Love when we do it |
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(It's fly away) |
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It's fly away, it's fly away |
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(Fly away, fly away) |
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'Cause we gon' get you high today |
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I know you wanna see how we do it |
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You know how we do it |
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(The fly away) |
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Fly, fly away |
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The Birdman, bitch, coming to a city near you |
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Now how you luv that nigga, now I know what this is |
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You know what you need to do? |
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You need to look on the back of your CD cover |
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And get that sticker for the Mom Burberry G-nites |
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You want to come pick them up? |
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Come, pick them up on 6 and Magnolia and holla at ya boy c-ya? |
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You understand? And we gon' holla at ya another time, holla, biatch |
