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2016-12-29

  Original - Mystikal&Birdman&Lil Wayne

  (Mystikal what's poppin?

  Welcome to the team)

  I'm a political refugee

  That’s how the fuck I felt

  Birds for the summer

  Hummers for the runners

  Candy on the paint

  9 for the thunder

  Throw a couple hundreds

  Fishing on a fishtail

  Big money shit, Cash Money oil well

  High roller, shot caller, big boss

  Original, real nigga from the start

  Head huntin’, price on a nigga tab

  Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mail

  Niggas sound better than Beethoven

  To the beat that I rap over

  Stay outta that medicine cabinet

  Yeah, that what they told me

  They giving us piss test cause we stay rollin’

  And know a nigga act better than

  a .45 caliber pistol when they loading

  They penalize us, tryna slow us down

  They constantly fucking us up

  That’s why we’re buck wild

  Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo

  When you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbeque

  How the fuck you gon’ watch my house?

  But don’t wanna live on my street

  The ape man told Tarzan: “how the fuck you better than me?”

  Rap, I run that rock and got a jump shot

  Who we got? that blood wife up in that white house

  I took a look and didn’t sell out

  I was in the building, didn’t bail out

  Hoping motherfucker didn’t fell out

  Back to the top from the jail house

  Nigga lace ‘em up, tie ya shoe

  Catch a cut, we know what pressure do

  Birds for the summer

  Hummers for the runners

  Candy on the paint

  9 for the thunder

  Throw a couple hundreds

  Fishing on a fishtail

  Big money shit, Cash Money oil well

  High roller, shot caller, big boss

  Original, real nigga from the start

  Head huntin’, price on a nigga tab

  Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mail

  Who out c’here fucking with me, huh? tell me that

  I’m ’bout to drop that shit, where my pamper at?

  Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back

  I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at

  You dun made that fucking bed, you dun built this fucking castle

  Buckwheat and his friend Alfalfa

  couldn’t do nothing with this little rascal

  I’m one slicker retarded, yeah nigga what the hell

  Talking Baby business, yea bitch dumb shit

  Don’t be fucking with me, cause you won’t get off easy

  I feel just like Drew Brees when they kick off football season

  How I cut the ref, you can’t stop it from bleeding

  Rappers better leave me alone if they wanna keep on breathing

  Now keep on starving and I’m gonna keep on eating

  And you keep on sucking, and I’mma keep on skeeting

  Nigga you can be the one bussing, or be the one fleeing

  Nigga better keep on trucking,

  ain’t no motherfuckin’ trouble this evening

  Birds for the summer

  Hummers for the runners

  Candy on the paint

  9 for the thunder

  Throw a couple hundreds

  Fishing on a fishtail

  Big money shit, Cash Money oil well

  High roller, shot caller, big boss

  Original, real nigga from the start

  Head huntin’, price on a nigga tab

  Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mail

  Uh, ain’t it crazy how shit be? that’s why I flush it

  I got the Tommy gun with the drum, that’s percussion

  I just popped a couple pain pills, self destruction

  I made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing

  I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out, Robitussin

  Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion

  Rep that motherfucking red flag like a Russian

  Yeah, look, I told her: “baby, I’m a thrasher”

  We kissed, I lit her ass up then I ashed her

  No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queens

  Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car, my Mary in a jar

  I’m food, I let the haters add a little salt

  That’s cool, I do it for all the niggas that try

  And all the bitches I’ve fucked, and all my niggas that died

  Tunechi

  Birds for the summer

  Hummers for the runners

  Candy on the paint

  9 for the thunder (yeah)

  Throw a couple hundreds

  Fishing on a fishtail (you know it wouldn’t be right without the boyyy)

  Big money shit, Cash Money oil well

  High roller, shot caller, big boss (yeah)

  Original, real nigga from the start (Fee, you remember that?)

  Head huntin’, price on a nigga tab

  Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mail

  Yeah, we up there boy

  (They call me, erm, as a matter fact they don’t call me)

  Deep in this ocean

  Yeah, helichoppers

  (I call them)

  Uptown, we in the building

  (As a matter of fact, I call them out)

  30504 boy, we the business, hah (haha)

  Yeah, billionaire minds, 100 (and the phone always of the hook)

  (You scared or something? ha

  If I was you I would be, haha)

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