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birdman & juvenile - from tha block lyrics

[verse 1: juvenile]
i done got in the mood, that liquor kickin’ in
and all these average -ss b-tches lookin’ different
the n-gg-s workin’ the door let all the chickens in
a ho i know from the hood in here with her stripper friends
and i got money, i could trick a b-tch
and i don’t give a motherf-ck if she a six or ten
f-ckin’ with my dough is when it’s time to k!ll
i wreck sh-t like an alcoholic behind the wheel
made a lot of deals, paid a lot of bills
you said a lot of fake, i said a lot of real
you got a lot of gimmicks, not a lot of sk!ll
n-gg-, this a bentley coupe, this not a bonneville
and you can smell the weed comin’ out my folicles
i’m some “my, my, my” sh-t, johnny gill
i keep my b-tch rockin’ designer heels
i’ma k!ll all that k!ll, k!ller, so ride a wheel

[chorus: juvenile]
took it from the block, now i’m on the yacht
cartier shades on, lookin’ at the opps
i’m tryna leave that liquor ’lone but i can barely stop
my lawyer always on the case, he like matlock
i got a reputation, menace or the fast guy
i’m ’bout to cash out and smoke until i p-ss out
guaranteed money, b-tch, i ain’t ’bout to be franchised
the bad guy, got them k!llers on standby

[verse 2: birdman]
one face, put ’em in a race
lay them down for my rounds, never caught the case
briefcase, hundred g’s, different states
no lace, keep a k when i’m ’round my way
big day, big pay, n-gg- quick to spray
another way how we did it, n-gg-, back a day
hustle ways, n-gg- did it in the hallway
big paper, fast lane with the foreign frame

[chorus: juvenile]
took it from the block, now i’m on the yacht
cartier shades on, lookin’ at the opps
i’m tryna leave that liquor ‘lone but i can barely stop
my lawyer always on the case, he like matlock
i got a reputation, menace or the fast guy
i’m ’bout to cash out and smoke until i p-ss out
guaranteed money, b-tch, i ain’t ’bout to be franchised
the bad guy, got them k!llers on standby

[verse 3: juvenile & birdman]
i got a pocket full of dead folks
ridin’ in the yellow ferrari, lookin’ like eggyolks
matchin’ jewelry and cars, and all that sh-t paid for
the only thing goin’ backwards here is the wraith doors, huh?
the high life that we paid for
bentley with them customs and we laid low
bad b-tch with some old soul
we hit ’em up ’bout this cash flow
you lil’ n-gg-s better take notes
’cause when your money up and these b-tches know it, they way more
’cause sh-t we took it from the project to the lakesh-r-s
you know she f-ckin’, n-gg-, tell her keep her legs closed
uh, we went from platinum to a hundred shows
a hundred g’s with a hundred floors
rags to richs with the marble floor
and the bentley with that calico

- birdman juvenile lyrics

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