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birdman - we gangsta lyrics

(birdman intro)
this here for the money homeboy
money money money train n-gg-
it’s like we done balled ’til we fall, and we done fall ’til we balled
and then we back and bounce back b-tch
yea
it’s real simple n-gg-
it’s just seein’ to be what’s in you n-gg-
if you a hustla, you gonna get dough
and that’s how it goes.

(birdman chorus)
them n-gg-s talking ’bout it but they know we gangstas
tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
them n-gg-s talking ’bout it but they know we gangstas
tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous

(all star verse 1)
i gotta get this money, i gotta i just gotta
not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida
(harlem)
i’m prolly out in the east getting it in on the low since i met stunna i get ’em for ten
(yeaaa)
i just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (f-ck ’em)
i’m about my business i git it from slim
i grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville i’m gon swagga
pimpin’ in the car i’m gon’ mask up or bang up
hustla, gangsta, old school chevrolet
custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood,
so i’m like f-ck bein’ famous
you don’t wanna live my life,
trust me i’m dangerous, i must keep a banga
(yeeaaa)what can i say but when it’s on, it’s on
if we don’ call it off until everybody’s gone
allstar homey, keep a h-ll of a price
cash money still a army and i earn my stripes

(yo gotti verse 2)
i’m a gangsta millionaire since
you could put me on the scale and weigh everythin’
i’m 36 old fishscale still stand
then eat the n-gg-
and i’ma ride fo’ my people n-gg-
i’m in the hood where the goons be
whoever -ssumed that me a be runnin’ around with cmb
i gotta a army and i’m the general n-gg-
money plentiful n-gg-, then why your old lady into the n-gg-
i’ma b-tton down bricks and voices off in my head
like murder ’bout conspiracy, watchin’ out fo’ the feds
fo’ real i got mexican friends, i ain’t gon’ lie about it
and i took a few losses i aint gon’ cry about it
but i’ll front you a brick if you down and tapped out
a n-gg- shot your homie in the head, you just gettin’ high about it
yo gotti straight up i’m a snitch killa
don’t even speak to me darth, you ain’t a real n-gg-

(birdman verse 3)
now i’m ridin’ through my town got the key to my city
all the tin mo’ things brand new in the minute
every n-gg- in this mothaf-cka know me dog
livin’ legend, ridin’ fly, n-gg- ball ’til ya fall
methomine project where i started the struggle
gladys run around sams in the circle we hustle
k.c. gave me the game, i took it n tuck it
n-gg- brought it to another level cookin’ n cuttin’
from the half 17’s, n-gg- 50s n hundreds,
i done made the lamborghinis, rolls royces on b-ttons
and i done did my time, i wouldn’t git it, wouldn’t git it
and got it on my mind ‘cuz it’s money over b-tches
all the time i’m ’bout mine, n-gg- workin’ from digits
green bag full of cash n-gg- how we feel it
stunna island poppin’ bottles n-gg- f-ckin’ them b-tches
got the money and fame and them and them come on wit’ it, mo’ hundred

them n-gg-s talking ’bout it but they know we gangstas
tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
them n-gg-s talking ’bout it but they know we gangstas
tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous

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