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baby - i got to lyrics

(feat. lil’ wayne)

[lil wayne]
b-tch look up in the sky it’s the bird f-cking man
junior daddy – sh-tting 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 n-gg-s can’t see me, but i see you lil pha pha baby
ya dude can’t lose – i’ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr!

[chorus]
know why i stay so f-cking fly?
stay dipped in every kind of ice?
big rims on every ride?
cause i got to, i got to n-gg-

live life you ain’t gone live it twice
pop ‘cris, smoke dro, and get that white
don’t worry ’bout the price
cause i got you, i got to n-gg-

[baby]
it’s the king of the flyer
that ride skinny tires
i’m so so high and i’m so so higher
its me and jr. that’s so so fly
f-ck them other n-gg-s cause they need to retire
we pluck polar bear winter on my side
sitting on the swine – alligator punch-line
super st-tch 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-tch – bird lady forever
birdman switch from rees to (?) leather

[chorus]

[baby]
she was a raggedy b-tch, 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-tch
drive anything you want cause you the birdman’s b-tch
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-tch
see your fly now mami – used to be a dirty b-tch
got all these hoes trying to ride your d-ck
you maintain mami – you never just wild out
that’s why stunna put you in that big -ss house
with the german floors with the wood grain side
mink on the door with the foreign g ride
(?) bird berry gucci be a surprise
no cost too high for my b-tch to stay fly

[chorus 1x fades to talking]

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