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Birdman - Get Your Shine On lyrics
Featuring Lil Wayne [Baby] Yeah We gon go old school Ya know what I'm sayin If you from where I'm from Ya know what I'm talkin bout the way we do this here this is a cash money classic and I feel couldnt nobody do it the way ima do it ya know what I'm sayin so, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world ya know what I'm talkin bout look I say [Chorus: Baby] Get your shine on [x3] So nigga stop hatin' Get your shine on [x3] You know we gonna make it Get your shine on [x3] So nigga stop hatin' Get your shine on [x3] You know we gonna make it [Baby] In one you trust, the neighborhood is us And everything that I ride is 22s and up And every time that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus Make the hood understand that we trying to come up 24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust Tell Lil' One be cool everybody coming up Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin lavish Those 14s, you know we had to have it Once upon a time it was nothing but magic Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck I'ma specially set, No testin the best Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk I'll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weez E, F baby for the team I rep daily I come to the defense like Jeff Bailey, I'm gone wit it A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast me Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right [Chorus] [Baby] Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright Cause I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin, I'm comin thru And I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22s And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them sprewells nigga them sprewells nigga, we makin mail nigga Don't need no introduction in this I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad You heard man that I been slangin them slacks Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One. [Chorus] |
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