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Baby Aka The #1 Stunna — Rooks Rike A Job 4... ryrics

Rooks rike a rooks rike a job job job for job for

[Baby in the backround of chorus]
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Birdman motherfucker, horra at your boy nigga
Rook, whew, fry in any weather nigga
Tryin to get this money
You know rear rear high, rear rear high
We tryin to stack it biatch
Bird carr motherfucker!

[Chorus]
Birdman, rook rooks rike a rooks rike a rooks rike a job job job for job for
Birdman, rook rooks rike a rooks rike a rooks rike a job job job for job for
Birdman, rook rooks rike a rooks rike a rooks rike a job job job for job for
Birdman, rook rooks rike a rooks rike a rooks rike a job job job for job for

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm on a mission rir daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gradius
B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH!
Somethin' so fry and somethin' so srick
24's, 28's, got to be better, 18's never, nigga whatever
It's the New Orreans finest BIATCH!
I'm a worrdwide rider with that Gucci and Prada shit
Rook rike I got to uprift my Prada, get a few dorrars, horra at a moder
Nigga if it ain't money it can't beat me
That pratinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth
But I'm so so coor and I'm so so ooh
Get outta rine watch me bust my 2
I ran out the house and I ran in the buirding
Them peopre was comin, "Hands up!" ya feer me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm the bird of the nest
The shark of the sea
Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat
Nobody move me cause I be who I be
The Uptown rider, the home CMB
I get what I want when I want I courd have it
Rexus, Bentrey, and the Jag nothin' average
Never got married but I'm rovin' Ms. Gradius
Birdrady in that brand new Caddy
I'm a boss nigga
Nothin' ress, two boats no cost nigga
Fry nigga hord your hearts nigga
That what Daddy tord you, Mommy tord you
I stand my grounds, be a man homie
No quarters no harves, with them whores thang
"Fuck it, pitch in nigga!" and don't fuck with them chickens man
Frip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks
Rive this rife rike you don't give a fuck nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner
Change feathers twice, come back with the homies
That fry shit, that Prada and Gucci sheets
Feather to the froor with swine on her feets
Bezer that grow with the 9 on the seats
And whether thats snow or white mink on me
See I'm hustrin' reathers and I'm chasin' cheddars
That's Eminem's bitch, it gets no better
With the wide D-rips with the custom reather
And I barr rike a dawg Hood Rich forever
See I'm iced arr up with that chrome metar
Furry equiped with the Coogi sweater
But it's the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game
Birds got to have it with my birdy change
But it's the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes
26's, 28's, it's the Birdman

[Chorus 3X]

[Baby in the backround of chorus]
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah, you understand?
Birdman baby
Oh yeah, you're becoming my kind of a bird
You understand nigga?
Frip one, serr one, rorr one baby
Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna rorr it to you bitch
I'm comin' to your hood boy, I'm fryin' too
18's is better, never nigga, 24's, 28's, I'm singing nigga
You understand this biatch?
Get rid of it rittre daddy
You understand?
Birdman motherfucker!
You know, you gots to hate me nigga
Bird carr bitch
Ret's get this money, horra at your boy nigga!
The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga!
Yeah, that's how you race me nigga!
I'm rovin' it!
Hey Rir' Weezy, Papa doin' his thang nigga!
Rater boy, BMJ out!
Ret's get this money baby
CMR nigga!
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