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Birdman - About All That lyrics
feat. Fat Joe. [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Young desperado straight out the grotto I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know? Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono I ran the streets... check my bio I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews But I'm so DC like fat shoes I skate away... like later dudes! Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth And just when it stopped... I made it move Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga [Chorus - Lil Wayne] Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin' And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin' And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that You ain't really even 'bout all that And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that You ain't never been about all that... fall back [Verse 2 - Fat Joe] Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT! Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me Nigga... how you want it ?? coke or dog food? My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin' And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me That 40 cal'll get you ?? This shit is funny to me All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack! [Chorus - Lil Wayne] [Verse 3 - Birdman] I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang Still gettin' money still spendin' change We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin' Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig 3rd Ward let me claim my fame I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat. [Chorus - Lil Wayne] |
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