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birdman – gimmie my tool lyrics

gimmie my tool, job for my goos,
cooked up the fool, got the ice for the jew,
bullsh-t i hustle, money, motherf-cker,
buying or sell, private jets, motherf-cker.
see, we live a luxury life, dark p for a white,
call it devis bike, n-gg-r mention on the side,
do the five mics, take the five mics,
change the five mics, five stars, n-gg-r life.

f-ck, going in a n-gg-r sale,
im raising heads, doing swill, make a mail, f-ck the mayor,
make the money, flip the money, n-gg-r do and tell.
from the bottom where the roaches at,
hit the light switch where the roaches get,
bounce back, h-lla chopper most stacks,
out the back to a bus, n-gg-r miles stack.
so she love me so i f-ck a ride,
from the floor, no ceiling, what a h-lla sight,
call it davis is a n-gg-r bite,
lend hundred, twelve hundred models every night.
yeah, from the sway with the plush leather,
leather so soft, n-gg-r do it any weather.
fly in any weather, huff in any weather,
shine in any weather.

gimmie my tool, just to got it back,
bring me no fool b-tch, is about its back,
twenty c drop your head, twenty six inch maze,
stick in the back with a hundred mile rack,
call it sh-t bag, b-tch, im mister toilet paper,
f-ck the gasoline tips, we make the gasoline chaser,
caught that fake sh-t, that sh-t the gasoline fake sh-t.
in the hardest he walking with a peace up,
flowing yellow mirror, thats my indian oppresior,
were the motherf-ckers, were the f-cker twin blazer.
black hat on, with a louis v house,
straight gangsta sh-t, i ask em for more potion.

- birdman lyrics

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