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Birdman - Don't Die lyrics
Yeah...Yeah Check me out man..Yeah [Lil Wayne] Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous Shit I guess I ain't it You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay where the worms stay I spit it for my nigga's sake I spit it for myself a long time ago Got a few houses, few whips, few condos I'm so straight I'm pointin The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment Baby boy the president now Shit you gotta make an appointment Two record labels You should come join 'em Do check the label And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up [Birdman] Yeah... Nigga playin, doing about 180 Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky G4 whenever, fly in any weather Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers Million on the floor Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow And don't think about the past A little water came, now we floatin on everything Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin Niggaz puttin it in for the change So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on I'm on the side with that bling And outside, got them thangs Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Naw, don't fuck with that dogg Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off And I'm coming back hard Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci [Birdman] Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound Duffle bag full of cash when I come around The lil' homie got the game so I put him down Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown Like father like son, got it off the mound Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns [Chorus] [Birdman (over chorus)] Yeah nigga, Un-fuckin-believable I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga You know, they mouth like they ass Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world. |
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