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