Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
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[Baby in the backround of chorus]
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Oh yeah!
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Oh yeah!
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Birdman motherfucker, holla at your boy nigga
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Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga
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Tryin to get this money
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You know real real high, real real high
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We tryin to stack it biatch
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Bird call motherfucker!
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[Chorus]
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Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
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Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
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Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
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Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
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[Verse 1]
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Yeah, I'm on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius
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B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH!
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Somethin' so fly and somethin' so slick
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24's, 28's, got to be better, 18's never, nigga whatever
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It's the New Orleans finest BIATCH!
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I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada shit
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Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model
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Nigga if it ain't money it can't beat me
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That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth
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But I'm so so cool and I'm so so ooh
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Get outta line watch me bust my 2
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I ran out the house and I ran in the building
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Them people was comin, "Hands up!" ya feel me
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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I'm the bird of the nest
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The shark of the sea
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Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat
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Nobody move me cause I be who I be
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The Uptown rider, the home CMB
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I get what I want when I want I could have it
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Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin' average
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Never got married but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius
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Birdlady in that brand new Caddy
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I'm a boss nigga
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Nothin' less, two boats no cost nigga
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Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga
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That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you
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I stand my grounds, be a man homie
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No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang
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"Fuck it, pitch in nigga!" and don't fuck with them chickens man
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Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks
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Live this life like you don't give a fuck nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner
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Change feathers twice, come back with the homies
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That fly shit, that Prada and Gucci sheets
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Feather to the floor with swine on her feets
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Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats
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And whether thats snow or white mink on me
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See I'm hustlin' leathers and I'm chasin' cheddars
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That's Eminem's bitch, it gets no better
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With the wide D-lips with the custom leather
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And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever
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See I'm iced all up with that chrome metal
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Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater
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But it's the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game
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Birds got to have it with my birdy change
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But it's the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes
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26's, 28's, it's the Birdman
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[Chorus 3X]
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[Baby in the backround of chorus]
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Oh yeah!
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Oh yeah, you understand?
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Birdman baby
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Oh yeah, you're becoming my kind of a bird
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You understand nigga?
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Flip one, sell one, roll one baby
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Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you bitch
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I'm comin' to your hood boy, I'm flyin' too
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18's is better, never nigga, 24's, 28's, I'm singing nigga
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You understand this biatch?
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Get rid of it little daddy
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You understand?
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Birdman motherfucker!
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You know, you gots to hate me nigga
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Bird call bitch
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Let's get this money, holla at your boy nigga!
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The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga!
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Yeah, that's how you lace me nigga!
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I'm lovin' it!
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Hey Lil' Weezy, Papa doin' his thang nigga!
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Later boy, BMJ out!
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Let's get this money baby
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CMR nigga!
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Looks Like A Job 4...
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| Baby AKA The #1 Stunna |
