I Got To (Album Version|Edited) - Baby/Lil Wayne
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B**ch look up in the sky it's the bird f**king man
Junior daddy shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm hustling look up in the sky it's a bird of some cain
Aye I flip it twice and I serve in the game
Shout it Ride fly 20 birds on that thang
I say shout it Ride high dro burn my brain
Gotta let a boy I re-earn my thang
And my five pound germ might sing
A song if you wanna sing say Bling
And if you ever see my pa say King
And if you ever see his son say Weezy baby
New prints of the Big Easy baby
Ya'll niggas can't see me but I see you lil Pha Pha baby
Ya dude can't lose - I'm spread my wings and fly away brrrr
Know why I stay so f**king fly
Stay dipped in every kind of ice
Big rims on every ride
Cause I got to I got to ni**a
Live life you ain't gone live it twice
Pop 'cris smoke dro and get that white
Don't worry about the price
Cause I got you I got to ni**a
It's the king of the flyer
That ride skinny tires
I'm so so high and I'm so so higher
It's me and Jr that's so so fly
F**k them other niggas cause they need to retire
We pluck polar bear winter on my side
Sitting on the swine alligator punch line
Super stitch in my leather pockets full of cheddar
Smoke sticky icky icky icky
We drank absolute cristal for breakfast
New whips come out I puts it together
Tell you how I do it I change my leather
No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers
And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters
Bought mami the matching sh*t and plucked her feathers
I wipe it down b**ch bird lady forever
Birdman switch from Rees to next one leather
Know why I stay so f**king fly
Stay dipped in every kind of ice
Big rims on every ride
Cause I got to I got to ni**a
Live life you ain't gone live it twice
Pop 'cris smoke dro and get that white
Don't worry about the price
Cause I got you I got to ni**a
She was a raggedy b**ch switched her up cleaned her life
You no longer a scrub you the Birdman's wife
So don't you think twice about this mink and leather sh*t
You drive by the hood and bird sh*t on a b**ch
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's b**ch
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique
Go to the club and get a front row seat
Pop mo Don P just sh*t on a b**ch
See your fly now mami used to be a dirty b**ch
Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick
You maintain mami you never just wild out
That's why Stunna put you in that big a** house
With the German floors with the wood grain side
Mink on the door with the foreign G ride
Shout bird berry Gucci be a surprise
No cost too high for my b**ch to stay fly
Know why I stay so f**king fly
Stay dipped in every kind of ice
Big rims on every ride
Cause I got to I got to ni**a
Live life you ain't gone live it twice
Pop 'cris smoke dro and get that white
Don't worry about the price
Cause I got you I got to ni**a
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