lirik lagu birdman – b-boyz
b-boyz
(feat. dj khaled, mack maine, kendrick lamar & ace hood)
[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
talk about it, make ’em talk about
life to me is currency, prosperity, i got it
and your life to me is lifeless, like its livin’ on life support
i license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
n-gg- play your part or parallel park your ego, next to me and violence
next to me is definitely no one, i’m one of one
and i musta won that from anybody who had it, or better yet forgot it
mack in the back of a ‘lac, with a mac in the back of the ‘lac
with a latch on the back of the trunk
hit a punk in the back with a pump, in the back, ’till he’s off balance
and i’m back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
and i’m in the back in the back of the block with a cop, wanna cop anybody’s allowance
iraq on the block, he watch for the block or whatever
and cut, no cut, more guns, more guts, f-ck boy, you f-cked up twice, you f-ck, consider you drownin’
die in a lake with a date with a catfish, back flip head first smilin’
c-cry in the face of jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin’
on you b-tches, tde, ymcmb business, b-tch
[verse 2: ace hood]
okay n-gg- riding in a may-be, and i’m probably with baby
dont talk n-gg- f-ck you pay me, intercept your b-tch like bailey
okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my b-tch drive
need a new save money getting too high, dead presidents all in my levis
boy i swear this n-gg- be swagging, and i’m living lavish
might cop me an aston, martin on ’em
anything i drive i own ’em, bad b-tch and that -ss ain’t normal
gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
i’m super paid, 2 shows a day
my rollie gold, no time to waste
what it do berg, my f-ckin’ brother
keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
hot as the summer, cold as the winter
stay on them charts, i heard that they plotting my timber
young n-gg-, got a lot of flows
any n-gg- don’t believe me, i make it look easy easy out of control
[verse 3: birdman]
box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
third ward soldier, suicide rider
militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
hand pearly rug n-gg-, flame on the bugatti
christian louboutin, chanel for my models
higher than bugatti n-gg-, fishing on the fish scales
nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
fr-fresher than i been before
higher than we even been, shining on them 24’s
junior doing time ho
on the grind ho, while he doing time ho
[interlude: mack maine]
ya know!
the time is money and money still was made baby
eight months ain’t stop nothing n-gg-
it’s like jail was third base and my lil’ n-gg- still came home, ya understand
[verse 4: mack maine]
i’m from the hood where b-tches hold c-ke in they baby diapers
that’s why when the babies grow up d-mn they be like us
i came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
man i’m so happy my lil’ brother came home from rikers
shout out to bp, thugga, flow and fail boy
my flow lucifer, i spit h-ll boy
my heart numb, ain’t no pain i can’t withstand
and i hold my n-gg-s down boy like a kickstand
get off my nuts, stop acting like a b-tch fam
lil’ n-gg- finish p-b-rty, grow ya own d-ck d-mn
i went from watching time fly on earl and red porch
to cruising through the streets of miami in a red porsche
me and stunna fly, we should join the air force
stand up n-gg-s, the f-ck you brought them chairs for?
i went from making money from people with crack habits
to thanking god i’m in a whole ‘nother tax bracket
amen
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