Lyrics:
In my life
Pastor I's in Birdman's place
I'm speaking to Dwayne
Looking through Christ eyes
And can't help but see pain
But Jesus can help
a bitch over money
That's word to Birdman, I kiss my son and rub my hands like I'm plotting stuff
Passin' hacking classes tryna clique up with Anonymous
(Weezy Baby)
Shh, the fireman comin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh-oh)
Yeah (uh-oh, hey, I'm back), yeah
Yeah (That's right), yup (birdman
(Weezy Baby)
Shh, the fireman comin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh-oh)
Yeah (uh-oh, hey, I'm back), yeah
Yeah (That's right), yup (birdman
[Baby]
Hey
Wassup pimp?
Birdman motha fucker!
[Baby] + (TQ)
The financial adviser of this get money game
It's stunna the big money man
So
Weezy
Lil' Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you, nigga (bitch)
I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you, nigga
a whole hundred in your whole tummy
Hehe, man Weezy's a legend
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve
When you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level
a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, niggas gettin' raped, boy
Birdman's a priest, moans in his synagogue
Publishin' is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
shoot the nasty bitch
In the mouth for nothin'
I say Birdman Birdman what's good today
We ain't never let them niggas
Take our food away and we recognize
East coast grumpy hoes
And my west coast girl got her own condo
Got me 'bout to buy a
Crib by the Hollywood O, oh
It's - that nigga they be checkin' for
duckin
[Verse 1]
I started from a rock, then move to a chip
Nowadays I'm the Birdman bitch
I ain't never had nothin that share the same dish
We
[2x] (yeah)
[Verse 1 - Birdman]
Dear lord, help me, give out this water can't go under cause I got my son and my dawta, I can't beat that, we can't do
If it ain't natural, then it ain't real
Ohh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade
Dropped out a nigga was getting paid
This when Birdman had a fade
This when Hummers
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
died
It is only I, the son of a God
The Birdman baby that fuckin' guy
I love that fuckin guy
Now I'm the Birdman Jr so fuckin' fly
Hold up
I'm just
But I know that I can't trust you girl anymore
Rip it out, take my heart
You wanted it from the start
You got it now, so goodbye
So rip it out,
for murders
Bring back all my brothers
Ran it all up
Like runners
Always gotta keep one burner
Tears gon shed by mothers
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