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feat lil wayne birdman - s on my chest (feat. lil wayne) - birdman lyrics

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that be that cash money piece cold restin’ the dead

i walk around like i got a s on my chest
i walk, i walk around like i got a s on my chest
i walk, i walk around like i got a s on my chest
that be that cash money piece cold restin’ the dead

it’s stunna shadin’, n-gg- dead then a n-gg- dead
it’s stunna shadin’, n-gg- dead then a n-gg- dead
it’s stunna shadin’, n-gg- dead then a n-gg- dead
it’s stunna shadin’, n-gg- dead then a n-gg- dead

reporting from kims kinda star
holly, co sem team kinda far
ridin’ through the city in a tonka toy
i got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur

only ride chevy, never drive a ford
and my coupe doors open like plaza doors
yep, red thick women, eyes adore
i’m a hoe, you know that i’m a wh-r-

yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys
mafia b-tch, even a cop’s a boy
when you say you want beef then i got ya, boy
i’ll just let the big mac whop ya, boy

see my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy
but with my rasta in i’ll turn into mufasa boy
we run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like nasa boy

i walk around like i got a s on my chest
i walk, i walk around like i got a s on my chest
i walk, i walk around like i got a s on my chest
that be that cash money piece cold restin’ the dead

it’s stunna shadin’, n-gg- dead then a n-gg- dead
cash money, c-c-cash money
i walk around like i got a s on my chest
that be that cash money piece cold restin’ the dead

cash money is army, n-gg-, better know its gravy
if you ever f-ck with youngin’, if you ever f-ck with baby
sh-t gon’ be crazy, n-gg- doin’ it like the 80’s
buncha young n-gg-s poppin’ off and they sprayin’

up in the early we thankin’ for the sunshine
got to get my bling goin’, reach for my chrome 9
kiss momma ‘cuz we goin’ out and gettin’ mines
next n-gg- in line 17 on the grind

shoe first, n-gg- not seein’ mines
big purses, million dollar headlines
5 drops, og the last big time
lord to the game, n-gg- till it’s my time

like father, like son, n-gg- this time
junior got the fame and the game mastermind
200 on the dash, n-gg-, watch me mash
doin’ doughnuts in my hood, gettin’ paper bags

i walk around like i got a s on my chest
i walk, i walk around like i got a s on my chest
i walk, i walk around like i got a s on my chest
that be that cash money piece cold restin’ the dead

that be that cash money, c-c-cash money
be that cash money, c-c-cash money
it’s stunna shadin’, n-gg- dead then a n-gg- dead
it’s stunna shadin’, n-gg- dead then a n-gg- dead

livin’ is red, that’s how we play it
a uptown senior be blood till i’m dead
that’s what i said, i put some change in yah head
if you ever crossin’ line, n-gg- nuttin’, but bread

50 shots from high, n-gg-, we won’t stop
from puttin’ candy on the slabs, n-gg- stirrin’ the pots
put the hammer on the jam, n-gg-, pull it and pops him
put the rubber on the bands, n-gg- stackin’ his knots

b-tch, i’ma boss, b-tch, i’ma boss
and bury me like my father on a cross
and carry 19, i shall over a cross
shawty got that game on lock like a vault

weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt
windows down on the hulk in the winter, it’s your fault
i don’t jump on the track, i pull forward
i got that s on my chest that i’m supposed to follow

i walk around like i got a s on my chest
i walk, i walk around like i got a s on my chest
i walk, i walk around like i got a s on my chest
that be that cash money piece cold restin’ the dead

that be that cash money, c-c-cash money
that be that cash money, c-c-cash money
i walk around like i got a s on my chest
that be that cash money piece cold restin’ the dead

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