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Always Strapped

by Birdman

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Ay yo Birdman We been here before This the G mix This the always strapped remix Believe that Always strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid niggas be muggin' me You know I'm muggin' back Niggas be muggin' me You know I'm muggin' back Ugh, 26 inches, remix killer Weezy F the God, yeah Godzilla I'm on that Bob Marley I'm in a Ferrari I mean a Ferrari My flow a safari I'm hotter than the sun Just call me Amar'e I'm the so ari Watcha know 'bout it Young Money baby Baby co-sign it Young Money, Cash Money we are so giant G4 flyin' We are so private Mile high club I need a co-pilot What it do Stunna Yeah your son is grown Kick your feet up And I'mma bring the money home Birdman Junior, Mine That Bird Always strapped, combat first Never back down I lay you back down Always strapped up Never put the strap down Hahaha... Young Mula baby Always strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid niggas be muggin' me You know I'm muggin' back Niggas be muggin' me You know I'm always strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid bitches be lovin' me They know I love 'em back Bitches be lovin' me They know I love 'em back CMB, Weezy, Birdman, Ross Purple ka, purple green White work, prolly your thing That girl bring out her I.Q. Her daddy in the chain gang claim Pyru She wanna look at me I wanna look at her I roll with Cash Money Go ahead and look it up Only the best grade Time to light it up Spend the night with me baby You can write a book I am fluent so many G5's I done flew in so many We so hot so and so finished We globe trot on the more business Two steppin' in my chucks Always strapped you know wassup Triple C you know that's us CMB, you know that's us Always strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid niggas be muggin' me You know I'm muggin' back Niggas be muggin' me You know I'm always strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid bitches be lovin' me They know I love 'em back Bitches be lovin' me They know I love 'em back I'm so good, smell it through the roof Remix Gettin' money throw your hood out the roof Right now nigga You know it ain't no remix without the badman Fliest nigga in the club He got on his ban pants Why you call him ban pants? Cus he got them bands in them And he would of called them gram pants If they had them grams in them We leave nothing at the crib I got it all on And I didn't leave nothing off I got it all on See I ain't trying to be rude Niggas ain't shit They just tryin' be new Niggas ain't got this Pull out in something so stupid Like watcha think? Damn shades so dark I cant even blink Left the street with bad habbits Can't spill my drink Fuck around and have a flashback I might need a seat I get it in I go hard Ask my old braud Fuck credits straight cash That's my gold card Always black I'm in black always Always strapped yeah I'm strapped always Always strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid niggas be muggin' me You know I'm muggin' back Niggas be muggin' me You know I'm always strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid bitches be lovin' me They know I love 'em back Bitches be lovin' me They know I love 'em back Put the Bugatti up But I still got my tool Yeah, yeah Everyday homicide ride with the Jews A.R. 15 everywhere we move Brand new shoes Money out the roof Hard body hard top candy on the Coupe Cash Money is a dream Red triple beams Grand dope fiends lit like high beams Everyday hustle got my hood on line Dollars full of hundreds big money wanna shine Uptown soldier five star G Ten keys on your feet Nigga sleeping where he sleep Like father, like son 2 chrome 9's, same blood line Hustle all the time Fly in the ride, G4 high When I'm in the air I'm high in the sky 100 Always strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid niggas be muggin' me You know I'm muggin' back Niggas be muggin' me You know I'm always strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid bitches be lovin' me They know I love 'em back Bitches be lovin' me They know I love 'em back

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