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birdman & juvenile - back then lyrics

[intro: juvenile & birdman]
stunna
what up, dawg?
remember whispers?
remember them stunna parties every week, n-gg-?
believe that
(d-roc)
(rich gang)

[verse 1: juvenile]
i remember me and my n-gg-s drinkin’ at whispers
sideline b-tches on the sideline tryna get some of my time
but they knew the guidelines, holler at me in the parking lot when this sh-t over
back then we was in the city doin’ numbers
we was f-ckin’ b-tches then when d-ck wasn’t important
cool thing about it, we was on the same kick
so we didn’t tell ’em bye when we felt like it was over
cops pull us over, they was lookin’ and admirin’
tryna get a job, wanna know if we was hirin’
old people watchin’ like, “leave them boys ‘lone
y’all always stop them but y’all don’t never stop violence”
either, right now i’m on my own island (revis)
ballin’ like i’m playin’ soccer (fifa)
smokin’, i feel like a rasta (chiefer)
chopper stay c-cked for imposters

[chorus: birdman]
yeah, big dawg, never fall, we get money
no call, stand tall and flip hundreds
lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred
never came around us but split dough
shotcall, knock a n-gg- f-ckin’ brains off
big money, we’ll knock a n-gg- top off
never played, lay low, we get it all
got money, we hit first and pick it off

[verse 2: birdman]
line around the corner, bad b-tches up in here
real n-gg-s gettin’ money, do it every year
vip, we pop bottles, we in, yeah
big torch, the pistol ride, we in here
p-ssy n-gg- play, we leave him in the club, blood
no love, we’ll knock him in the club, blood
knock his top, pin n-gg-s that came with him
have his block cryin’, shame the gang with him
real n-gg-, did this sh-t back in ’88
left a n-gg- on his plate, playin’ with the cake
no dissin’, it’s big money, we reach ’em all
did it all, my call, n-gg-, we did it all
’88 in the project, we had it all
hundred g’s of baked flake, we cook it all
block b-mpin’, we real n-gg-s, we k!ll ’em all
we blow hundreds for n-gg-s died, couldn’t see us ball

[chorus: birdman]
big dawg, never fall, we get money
no call, stand tall and flip hundreds
lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred
never came around us but split dough
shotcall, knock a n-gg- f-ckin’ brains off
big money, we’ll knock a n-gg- top off
never played, lay low, we get it all
got money, we hit first and pick it off
big dawg, never fall, we get money
no call, stand tall and flip hundreds
lay low but play dough, we spill a hundred
never came around us but split dough
shotcall, knock a n-gg- f-ckin’ brains off
big money, we’ll knock a n-gg- top off
never played, lay low, we get it all
got money, we hit first and pick it off

- birdman juvenile lyrics

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