*featuring Clipse, Pharrell Williams
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[Baby (talking with echo)]
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Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
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Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
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Birdman motherfucker
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Clipse, VA, NO nigga
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What you smelt
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Coke'll leave plastic
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Get off the border motherfucker
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Come on little'n handle your business for me boy
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[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x)]
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(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
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(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
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(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
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He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
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[Malice]
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Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...Yeah
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I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it aint so
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Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
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Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold
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While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
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Word in the streets that can envy as me
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Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
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Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
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9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
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I'm know for the flip of that coke I ener
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I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma
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Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
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Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
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I'm the reason that your block is vacant
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Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
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Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich
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Don't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)
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[Chorus]
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[Baby]
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Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...
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Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
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Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)
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Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
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Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
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Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
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If I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flop
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Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot
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The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
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New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
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But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
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She takes my flight she holds my weight
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While the po-po staked out from state to state
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It aint nuttin to a baller baby
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Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
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Baby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin'
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They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)
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[Chorus (2x)]
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[Pusha T]
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Ughhh...Another soul lost
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Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
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Ughhh...The rims match of course
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Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
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Glistenin' wrist on chiller
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Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
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I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
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I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like
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Thriller
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Gangster...Hustler
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At night still found time to kiss my mother
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Live like I'm dreamin' kick my feet up
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Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
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So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin
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And have your body parts mix and matching fella
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[Chorus (2x)]
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[Baby (talking)]
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Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
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Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
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Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
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We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherfucker)
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Aye nigga put this puzzle together
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Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
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A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
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Let's get this money (get the money)
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Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch
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Get money motherfucker
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However you want it you can get it pimp
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From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
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We did it how we live, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga
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Money thing motherfucker
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What Happened To That Boy
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Baby AKA The #1 Stunna |